So Sherrie and I were about to go to bed when I said "are you hungry?" to which she replied "you are hungry?" I love how she knows me. My question was hardly a question but more a statement looking for some validation. We are sitting at the counter eating Ichiban with cheese. At least I am eating cheese with my Ichiban and explaining how passionate I am about cheese and all the places it can go (bread, noodles, cake, fruit, meat...), and then how much I love chicken. I decided that I am passionate about all things that start with "ch". This is not true (except for cheese and chicken).
I am, however, passionate about a lot things including but not exclusive to cheese, chicken, music, dance and people. I was explaining to Naomi, my wonderful house mate, how people are really my hobby. I can spend countless hours on people. Pour money, time and myself into friendship or relationship (whatever you call it). Some collect baseball cards, rocks, coins. I collect people. I love people. People take precedent over most things in my life such as budgeting, work, sleep and personal hygiene (just kidding). Saying that I like to spend time with people might insinuate that I like to be with a lot of people at once. This is also not true.
I don't how this obsession really started but I love adding people to my life. Relationships are really the closest thing to my heart. My favorite kind of person is a funny one but I am a lover of all kinds.
The worst is when someone else does not like to collect friends easily especially if I really want to collect them. It's not like a notch on my belt kind of feeling but a trophy on my shelf. Im proud of the people in my life, that they would allow me to be apart of their world. It's very much a honor.
This September I met Joanne. The first time we met she said "let's be friends", I said "ya!" like we were in grade two. I became very aware of how our friendship was forming. The first time I said "hi it's me" on the phone and she knew who it was, the first time she left the bathroom door open when peeing, the "free to rely" on eachother stage and my personal favorite, the one word inside jokes or looks that tell all without really saying much. Not all friendships are the same. That is ok with me, I treasure them all in their own ways.
The above photo is a picture of some of my hay river friends (im the creepy one in the black with the naked puppet). We called our dress up time "family photo shoot". They are all different, believe different things, are from different places but we share something great. Each other.
Special shout out to Rosie, you are my friend too.
