I often get to the middle of the week and think “I have nothing to write about on my blog”. Then I get to Friday and often think “I still have nothing to write about this week. I need help asap.” So I will then often ask friends what I should write about.
I want to take a moment here and say to anyone thinking about starting a blog, you need to be committed. Not committed to a sanitarium, (well, maybe) but committed to creating content. It can be a struggle to come up with just a few hundred words that complete a coherent thought every week. I know that daily bloggers and vloggers exist and I gotta say, I will never be one of them.
So I ask friends for topics. Sometimes I use those ideas and sometimes I go a completely different direction. Either way, I appreciate their advice. This week, on Friday, with Saturday approaching very quickly and no more work-free days in sight, I asked my friend Grace what I should write about and she said I should write about her. Haha, funny. That’s what everyone says when you ask for a topic because it’s just a good joke. But it made me think, “Why not?” This is my blog and I can do whatever I want.
Let me introduce you to my friend, Grace.
I borderline hated her when we first met. She came to English Club one week and I secretly hoped she would never return. I had only been attending English Club for a short time myself, so I was really in no position to judge new arrivals.
Why didn’t I like her? I don’t have anything specific. She was relatively quiet. She made jokes that no one got (very dry sense of humor). On her second meeting she brought books to contribute to our silent auction. So it wasn’t as though she wasn’t trying to be helpful and polite to a group she barely knew. But I didn’t like her. I didn’t like her stupid jokes. I didn’t like that she knew so many literary references. I wanted her gone as soon as possible.
BUT SHE KEPT COMING TO THE CLUB MEETINGS.
Which really irked me. I didn’t want her there even though, at the time, I had no real reason to dislike her.
We’re friends now, though, so what exactly happened? I realized I had no way out of seeing her and decided to give her a really good chance. I had to for my own sanity. It was either learn to be okay with her presence or drop out of the club (and I really did enjoy club. I was getting very into it). So the choice was clear.
That’s all I really set out to do: tolerate her. I had already decided I didn’t want to be friends but I had to be polite and I had to deal with her on a regular basis. I was consciously being as adult as I could be.
I made an effort to get to know her and she’s really awesome. She’s super funny (her humor can be out there but her style is so unique and relateable **Sorry I’m bad at describing humor! She’s really funny!**). She’s really smart and literary. She has a blog that’s more interesting and thought-provoking than mine. She’s a great person to hang out with and I admire her honesty and integrity. She’s very opinionated (we don’t always agree) but also open to meaningful discussions.
I feel like all of that isn’t enough to describe her. She’s one of the few real friends I made in college and of those few, she’s one of the only ones who has kept real, close contact with me. (I certainly talk to many people from college and I still consider some of them close friends, despite distance and time spent apart, when we talk it feels like no time has passed between us.) We chat on a weekly basis which says a lot because there aren’t a lot of people who make that effort.
I’m really glad that Grace is in my life and that we can chat and hang out when possible! I look forward to many more years of laughter and good times!
Definitely check out her blog though, seriously. I really liked her most recent post about dystopian utopia, very interesting and well thought out!