Friends are rad, huh? When you go through something like the mindfuck I enjoyed this year, it’s pretty incredible to see your friends recognize your pain and respond…just when you’re sure that you’ve left their phone call unreturned for long enough that they’ve written you off as an asshole and will never speak to you again.
But then you realize that that’s not what’s happening. Instead, you realize, these friends of yours, they know something’s not right and they’re not giving up on you so easy. They’re finding you where you’re hiding (online, mostly) and they’re forcing you out of your hole. They’re confronting your insecurities head-on, and telling you to shut the hell up and get over yourself because they miss you and they don’t care what you think makes you an undesirable wretch to be around, because FOR THE LOVE OF MOSES IT’S ALL IN YOUR HEAD. They’re hunting you down until you respond and taking you to brunch, DAMMIT.
…And it doesn’t hurt that most of them are killer photographers.
So I just want to take a moment to thank my wonderful friends. You guys both near and far and new and old who have refused to let me fester in my own thoughts, who remember who I was before and have kept kicking me in the butt to keep moving forward on the road back….you have no idea how much your efforts mean to me. And I love you. And, it’s worth noting, I appreciate you, more than I can say.
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