All this time away from MA for the first time has really put things into perspective for me. just a couple minutes ago I started thinking of the people who matter most to me in the world, the people whose lives I want to forever be a part of; obviously, family and close friends.
I think a lot of it comes down to trust; how much am I sure that somebody is going to be there for me when I really need them the most and, likewise, what I'm going to do for them.
As it weird as it may sound, I consider the best of friends and family to fulfill two qualifications: 1.) I need to be at your wedding and 2.) if I'm still alive need to be at your funeral. Like, there are certain friends/acquaintances to who I imagine getting married and thinking simply "good for them." Then there are others and am certain, "I need to be here for this moment."
Those are the REALLY important people to your life. Such people almost become legendary to you. It's like your in a movie with your favorite actor when you're around them, and you're just so honored and thankful to have each other as part of your lives.
Wow. Who would've though expressing my emotions through writing for the first time would already turn me into such a homo. I just think I never really appreciated and cherished just how much family and close friends mean to me: the entire fucking world. I used to always consider myself a pretty lonely kid since the day I was born but since coming to LA I realized how truly lucky and blessed I am to have so many of the people that I have in my life.
But yeah, I think I'm gonna try this whole writing thing a try for real this time. This may just be the rambling words of a stoned closet-emo kid trying to find a hip trendy way to air his emotions but, hey maybe you might be entertained.
In the words of a much wiser man than me, "Life is pain, and its up to us the scrape the joy out of it"
Fagan out,
Andrew
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