Eastwick

I loooove that show and hope it sticks around. It reminds me of my besties. I was watching it tonight and thinking how we, my besties and I, fit in our group.

Bestie 1, who I have known since I was little, is a brunette. She is a sassy, fabulous, and overworked single mom who can out dress anyone. She can be so sweet and nice and then turn into this ballsy bitch in a hot minute if you cross her, her kid, or a friend.

Bestie 2, who I met in 8th grade, is a blonde. She is very prim and proper at first glance – pearls and all. Bestie 2 is by no means shy or awkward (that’s more my personality) but, she is more outgoing like Bestie 1 and a big flirt. She is driven and has big goals. She is lucky in love too; this girl has had the best boyfriends anyone could dream up.

I haven’t told them that I’m depressed or crazy or whatever I am.

First, they have their own stuff to deal with. My little drama is the last thing I want to add to their pile, and even if I did I don’t feel like hearing “the speech”. The whole you’re not a looser your life doesn’t suck speech because, like a bad haircut, best friends have to lie and say everything looks good even when it’s not. Second, I probably wouldn’t be able to get it out without bursting into tears and that’s all I need right now. Third, even if I tried explaining how I feel and what I’m all down about seems so lame when I say it out loud.

The fourth and final major thing is: would they even care? Lately shit has been off. They accuse me of not sharing, but I am the last to know anything about what’s going on with them. If they don’t care to tell me shit then why should I tell them? Ugh, I sound so high school. I mean, this is understandable in a group of three, but don’t shift the blame to me. It takes two to tango, or in our case three.