Super Human

Often enough I speak of the two guys who have made the greatest impacts – the first crush to the first love. Both, still prominent enough in my life today to make impressions on me and my decisions. But it is often these two men that cloud my vision and cause me to make the most foolish and unreasonable decisions; summer ’08 and DR ’09 are just some recent additions to the collection. It is my constant referral back to what these two mean(t) to me that may cause you to question what you, in turn, are to me. Some refer to us coming together as coincidence but this was no accident and this bond is what I like to refer to as, fate. We may have lost our sense of romance but it’s evident that there is such thing as destiny.
I constantly narrate about the men that have changed me but it is time to bring forth the ladies that have created me. That’s right. This post is about you guys, the very ones I write blogs with. My first glimpse at our relationship came through my plummet from that subjective social ladder that we, now, so often criticize. To me, the pinnacle of that ladder was what made my existence worthwhile. However, you three were what adjusted my mind frame and prepared me for this little thing called, reality. Our coming together has made me rediscover aspects of my personality I would have otherwise been blind to. You grant me stability from my often irrational tendencies that are often fueled by even the insignificant of them, a.k.a. “THAT FUCKINGGGG SNAKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” You make sure I don’t get suspended for fighting with grade 11s that swear they will, and I quote, “make me bleed” – instead you promise you will kill them for me. You keep me from drowning myself in intricate and long-winded waves of worst-case scenarios that logically, would never happen. You make it your duties to:
a) hide my alcohol when I am on the ground but still claiming “I am not drunkkkkk”.
b) prevent me from hookups that I will regret in the morning, despite my arguing.
c) make sure I have my metropass to get home and that I do, in fact, get home.
You do this to make sure my dad doesn’t kill me. You’re in my life to keep me out of jail, off the street and alive. However, the number one reason you have my back is because you guys are my best friends and that is, ultimately, what friendship is for. Which is something we don't need any "linguistic genius" to teach us. LOL-inggg.
Now, I could write for days on what you three mean to me but you luckily do not need me for your ego because our booster seats are only a text message away.
From the ‘blem’ days to the drunk nights;
you've made me the person I am, you make me super human.
[asap]: "We’re actually amazing".
I love you, but most of all - I love us.
xoxOMG 
- SB, my life in an abbrev.