I am referring to the most important soul mate a girl will find—her best friend.
Roommates can be great people, but no matter how close you are, it’s still a little creepy to plop down on the couch and snuggle up with them the way you can with a sibling.
They are the people who support her decisions and will ultimately be the force that can make your relationship stronger.
We’re supposed to be a rainbow geyser of pithy commentary and witty one-liners, equal parts court jester and therapist, always there to boost self-esteem, telling them how fabulous they are and admitting how terrible men are when they get hurt, forgetting that we, ourselves, are men.
Have we sunk that low as a society that we feel the need to make lists of things that change who we are as individuals, just to be potentially noticed by others?
Where did it start? Why did I feel like this?
The silver lining of a broken friendship is that you are going to be okay. Sometimes broken friends will find their way back to each other, and sometimes they will never cross paths again. Whichever the circumstance, you will always learn something new about yourself.
The definition of a second family.
You aren’t impressing or enchanting people by telling them that you are low-maintenance. You are privileging what you see as “masculinity” and assuming that women aren’t capable of possessing these certain traits.