One of the reasons Iâm so intensely insecure and self-conscious is because everyone keeps talking about âbe yourselfâ â but the moment you open up, youâre only accepted when âbeing yourselfâ is a certain type of self. Itâs really romantic that we push a magical version of vulnerable and unique, but the actual opening up part is dang hard and uncomfortable and requires a kind of love that most people wonât muster, since theyâve never really had to. It ainât like Hollywood, ever. If you find the sort of friend who truly loves you, I mean the weird obnoxious squeaky sweaty you, however imperfectly, keep them close and forgive them for when they do not understand. Friendship will take more than once and more than the pretty picture in our heads.

















