Let Me Tell You Something Bout My Best Friend

Let me tell you something 'bout my best friend. We've been through it all.

The Unpopular Truth

Here's the thing: my best friend is… a little weird. Okay, maybe a lot weird. But that's why I love them.

And I have some opinions about our friendship that might ruffle some feathers. Are you ready?

First off, their taste in music is…unique. Let's just say I wouldn't willingly play their playlists at a party.

It's a mix of yodeling and whale songs, I swear. I might be exaggerating. Slightly.

And don't even get me started on their fashion choices. I once saw them wearing socks with sandals. Unironically.

Secondly, they think they're always right. Even when faced with undeniable proof to the contrary.

It's like arguing with a brick wall. A brick wall that occasionally makes witty comebacks.

But hey, at least they're confident? Maybe?

Okay, thirdly, their food combinations are… adventurous. Peanut butter and pickles? Sardines and ice cream?

I’ve seen it all. And I've tried some of it. (Under duress, of course.)

My stomach still hasn't forgiven me for the sardine ice cream incident. Never again!

They keep EVERYTHING. Ticket stubs from movies we saw in 2008? Check. Broken crayons? Double check.

Their house is a museum of memories. Or a landfill, depending on your perspective.

Cleaning their car is an archeological dig. Seriously, we once found a fossilized french fry.

Despite hoarding every physical reminder of the past, their actual memory is… selective. They'll forget your birthday.

But they'll remember the plot of every episode of a cartoon from their childhood. Priorities, people!

I usually have to remind them of important events. Like, you know, our friendship anniversary. Which I totally didn't just make up.

They are completely obsessed with the worst reality TV shows imaginable. The kind that make you question humanity.

They'll watch them religiously. Then they'll dissect every scene with the intensity of a brain surgeon.

I pretend to hate them. But secretly I love hearing their ridiculous commentary.

Despite all these quirks (and let’s be honest, flaws), I wouldn't trade them for the world.

Because underneath all the weirdness and questionable choices, they're genuinely a good person. A fantastic person.

They're loyal, supportive, and they always make me laugh. Even when I'm trying to be mad at them.

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." - Bernard Meltzer

They’re the peanut butter to my jelly. The weird to my wonderful.

So, yeah, let me tell you something 'bout my best friend: they're a mess. But they're my mess. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Who else would I share sardine ice cream with?