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11:56 am: 30 Days of Truth: Day 21 → Your best friend is in a car accident...
...and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

I go to help, or call to ask what I can do to help (depending on whether I'm within reasonable distance to get there).

No question, no hesitation.

I can't imagine any other response. Friend needs help, friend gets help, if I can possibly provide it.

(I gotta say, though: best friend? I'm 48. That's kind of a junior-high thing, isn't it?)

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Date:May 7th, 2011 04:44 pm (UTC)
Thank-you re: the best friend comment. I just saw my Maid of Honor this Wed. She moved to Dallas for a professorship 10 years ago and I haven't seen her in 5 years. As kids happened, it has become harder for each of us to get together. I used to call her my "best friend". But I was just thinking about it. She is possibly the best friend I have. The only friend with which I exchange "I love yous". The person I feel most comfortable with in the world. But she is not my "best friend". I do not see her all the time, nor do we call each other up everytime something happens. So thank you.
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Date:May 7th, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)

I'm big on "I love yous"

I try to use 'em whenever I can, 'cause people ought to know, KWIM?

{Caveat: I don't tend to tell male friends, 'cause I don't want to cause awkwardness. That never occurred to me 'til I wrote this.}

I'd always thought I would marry my best friend - that my husband would play that role. While I've found that "husband" includes friendship, it's not one I would call BF... probably because my definition remains from junior high. :g:

The friendship matters - no need to put it on a spectrum or quantify it or rank it. All friendships are precious.
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Date:May 9th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)

Re: I'm big on "I love yous"

I guess they (I love yous) are a little hard for me with most people. My mom never told me she loves me. She came from parents who did not show affection (not even to each other). My dad used to tell me but stopped when I started dating. Sadly, he withdrew from me a lot at that point. He did continue to kiss me on the lips, but even that has stopped in the past couple of years. It is sad, but at least I know they love me, even if they don't say it.

I just wish I could tell more people. I think I'm afraid they won't say it back.
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Date:May 9th, 2011 10:20 am (UTC)

I'm so sorry

That must be hard. My parents are very expressive, which helped (and helps) me feel very secure.

My family aren't lip kissers, so I'm taken aback by it when it's not romantically intended. We're big huggers though.

One thing that helped me a lot (especially in those difficult teenage years) was that we always had a signal: 3 squeezes mean I love you. I think my Grandma started it, but I'm not sure. In the inevitable times when it's hard to verbalize, we give three squeezes (or taps or rubs or whatever). I have no idea if my Dad could feel it after his heart surgery, for instance, but it meant a lot to me to be able to "say" it.
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