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Published on: 02 Apr 2012 by caslynn
I don't have many female friends.
I know, I know. A lot of girls are like "man, I hate other girls, I only get along with guys, all my friends are guys, look at me wooo!"
But come on. I'm an adult.
"But Cas, all my best friends are of the opposite sex."
Okay, that's fine. I'll admit it. It's a pretty common thing and sometimes girls don't say that just to get attention. But sometimes they do.
In other entries I've addressed what it's like to be a tomboy in a world full of girly girls. How hard it can be to love yourself when you're constantly feeling judged, or struggling to fit in, when you truly have no idea how things work in the land of make up and fashion. It can be hard, and you can be left feeling very bullied or pressured or made fun of. But that's not because every girl is a bitch. A lot of it has to do with your own insecurity and your interpretation of people's comments.
Here's the thing.
In every girl, emotion rules. We are chemically predestined to base our decision making and our reaction skills on emotion rather than logic. That's what causes a lot of in-fighting among others of our same gender.
Guys, on the other hand, are more logical. They tend to understand emotion less than women and therefore try to use facts to solve disputes and keep pretty level heads.
So, a lot of the time (in my case at the very least) girls like hanging out with their guy friends simply because it's easier to keep grounded and use logic when you're among a very logical set.
All that said, and knowing full well that most of my closest companions are penis-bearing individuals, I'm proud to announce: my best friend is a girl.
I met Anna a couple of years ago and we immediately hit it off. We are alike in many ways. We have the same freakouts and the same impatience for each other when the other is having a freakout. When she breaks up with her boyfriend (which is practically twice a week these days) she will call me, sobbing, to tell me the whole ridiculous story. In my most diplomatic and calming tone, I remind her that she is an idiot who needs to calm the hell down. And she does the same for me.
And when I go a little crazy, she goes a little crazy with me, which is a sign that everything is going to be okay. I don't want to get too much into it, but I discovered this weekend that the love of my life might have pulled a majorly shady stunt. I told Anna, and like a tried-and-true best friend, she immediately sprung to action. We utilized some very clever (albeit a little stalkerish) tactics to uncover a rather unwelcome truth. The whole story aside, I needed someone to go to crazytown with me and she didn't even hesitate to call shotgun.
My point is this: You may swear up and down now that every girl is so much more dramatic than you and you hate girls and only have guy friends and are the awesomest, most one-of-the-guys girl there is, but having a best girl friend is truly a blessing.
I know this blog doesn't really fit the tone of my other blogs or my profile in general, but I've hit a serious life roadblock this weekend and am feeling pretty wrecked. I promise to be back to normal asap though.
I love all of your faces.