Not just your regular shopping companion..
How often have we heard of the term bromance and been in awe of the hyperconnectedness among the guy-buddies?
Now I’ve had my fair share of male friendships and undeniably they make for the most no-nonsense, amusing and ecstatic company.
Of course, not every friendship is the same, and while it’d be pretty cool if every woman in the world had a legitimate girl-gang to confide in, vacation with, and plan world domination among, everyone is different.
Not every woman needs — or wants — a “squad.”
For some women, just a few close friends can be more than enough.
I have been fortunate enough to not only have my ovaries as my accompaniment, but a bunch of ovaries over the years as well! Now, don’t get me wrong but what I am talking about is fierce female friendships. The ladies who have unflinchingly stuck by me like a gum glues to one’s footwear sole.
Three words that best describes them would be- KILLERS OF GLOOM.
I think, the best kind of friendships are where you aggressively believe in each other, defend each other and call each other’s shiz out, respectfully. The people that are like clouds of convivial spark and astounding thunderstorms and genuine fire, all at the same or different times.
Most often than not, being bogged down by the world and feeling unwanted and unloved could be a catalyst to anxiety and other unwelcomed negativity. Nonetheless, proactively dialing up the digits of your girl-gang or hanging out together and pigging on your favourite fast food proves to be a solid tonic to incessantly make you feel better.
In all honesty, I do not want to confuse this with the need for validation or being insufficiently available for yourself.
This piece of writing is for the group of girls that defied everything I thought I knew about females — they weren’t judgmental, territorial, dramatic or shallow. Quite the contrary, actually. They’re unique, with strong opinions and values, inspiring hustlers and electrifying ideas at their behest; ideas that could make Satan’s minions to become red in the face.
When I raise a toast to madness, I toast myself as well. Despite this, they understood me and welcomed me with open arms. It didn’t take me long to realize that I had finally found a home. It’s unfairly uncommon to find a tribe that vibes with you, whose wavelength of understanding matches with your mental make-up.
Accepting and sharing your mental architecture with women who are not on a quest to pull you down, is a very enriching and healthy way of developing an everlasting equation of sanity. I mean, you gotta nourish, to flourish.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness- and call it love- true love. The fact that love exists in more than one ways, is just the best.
