It’s true all my friends are f*cked. All of them. I don’t have any normal friends. They’re all misfits, all a little bit nuts.
I think it’s because I’m not normal and I find it hard to connect with people who are too sane.
My misfits have had a hell of a past, mostly from broken homes, some are reformed addicts and all of them experienced lots of adversity in their lives. I think that’s the bit that makes them special. The heartache that life throws at them makes them richer more soulful people.
I feel like maybe the universe makes us go through a shit storm together before we graduate to being best friends.. Like we have to earn them. It’s a contract we invisibly sign when we share something life altering with someone. If they are brave enough to watch us bare our souls and not shy away this creates the trust. This doesn’t come easy, that’s for sure. The funny thing is once you build that bond everything else is so easy all the time. No drama, no worries. It’s the most beautiful gift. Continue Reading