On Best Friends

The last time I had someone I considered a "best friend" was in high school. Sometime during the course of those four years, my impression of how my relationships with people worked was that I had really close friends, friends I might invite to a holiday party, and people I just knew.

Since I can't pinpoint exactly when it was that I stopped having a "best friend," it really struck me when I realized recently that I do have one - a person I have been close to for three years now, but only recently became close enough to truly call him a "best friend."

This has made life immeasurably better for me, as I know I have someone who, beyond my close friends, I can tell literally every detail of my troubles and joys without fear of their being at all judgemental of me. This aspect of our relationship was tested recently in a manner so strangely personal that it leads me to believe that he may be the only person on the planet that thinks in the way he does. That would make him one in six billion - truly an amazing stroke of luck that he should be my best friend.