To My Best Friend

A Letter from Your Favorite Chaos Clown

You know that one person who just gets you? Like, the moment you met, it was like fireworks, but not the “romantic, everything’s-perfect” kind of fireworks. Nah, it was the chaotic, what-the-heck-did-we-get-ourselves-into kind. You know, the kind that leaves a trail of chaos and laughter behind? Yeah, that’s my best friend. The one who, even if we haven’t talked in weeks or seen each other in months, the second we reconnect, it’s like no time has passed. Seriously, if time travel existed, we’d both be living in the “best friend time machine” right now.

I can’t believe it’s been almost 21 years since we met. 21 years. That means our babies are about to turn 21, which is basically a living nightmare of feeling old, but also a celebration of how we’re still breathing, somehow. This friendship is basically a Lifetime movie, except there are no sappy moments, and we don’t do things by the book. In fact, we don’t even know where the book is, but we’re absolutely not following it.

From the very beginning, we’ve been two clowns in a circus of our own making. We’ve laughed at life, spread chaos like confetti, and pushed the limits of what we thought was acceptable. And somehow, we still survived! More than survived—we thrived. We’re like the original bad girls (in the best way, of course) who set the bar for “wild and free.” But here’s the kicker: we’ve never been the ones to get “too” wild. Oh no, we’re not out here making impulsive decisions with no backup plan (okay, maybe we sometimes are, but we don’t talk about that). We’ve always had each other’s backs through thick and thin. Even when the world looked like it was on fire, we were the fire extinguishers, baby. We show up with a shovel when the situation calls for it, like, “You need to bury what? Fine, let’s do this!” And don’t worry, we’ve definitely had plenty of moments where we’ve needed to dig our way out of some deep emotional holes.

But it’s not always about the shovel moments (although they’re kind of iconic). Sometimes, we just know when it’s time to drop everything, roll up our sleeves, and defend each other like we’re starring in a James Bond movie. The plot twist? It’s not a bad guy we’re fighting off—it’s life. And life is a real pain in the ass, if we’re being honest. But we’ve got the perfect remedy: a blanket, carbs, and some tissues. Seriously, if there were an Olympic event for Netflix-bingeing, carb-consuming, blanket-snuggling therapy, we’d win the gold medal, no questions asked.

Now, let’s talk about how we retreat into the darkness to wrestle with our thoughts and emotions. The urge to shut out the world and just go into hibernation mode? We’ve got that down to an art. And here’s the thing: We totally get it. We know the struggle of needing space, needing time to process everything without hearing anyone else’s life advice (honestly, no one asked). We’ve both been through our own fair share of trauma, and while we don’t always have the answers, we’ve found one thing: we understand each other. And, let’s be real, understanding is way more valuable than unsolicited advice, right?

And let’s not forget those times when we’ve been on the brink of, I don’t know, joining a three-ring circus. (Honestly, some days, that would’ve been a major upgrade, but I digress.) There have been more moments than I can count where we could’ve thrown in the towel, called it quits, and left the circus to take over our lives. But nope, we stayed strong. We never held each other back. We never judged. Instead, we embraced the chaos like it was an 80s teen movie where the outcasts end up saving the day (we should really have our own movie, honestly).

You’ve been my ride-or-die since day one. That’s right—day one. I’m talking about the kind of friendship that doesn’t fade, no matter how many weeks go by without a single text or phone call. You’ve pulled me out of the depths of depression, pulled me away from the bottle, and pulled me out of my own head when I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts straight. You made sure I knew I was loved, needed, and most importantly, important. Because, let’s face it, in this messed-up world, sometimes you need someone to remind you that you’re worth it. You’ve been that someone for me.

In case you’re wondering if I’m planning to go anywhere, let me assure you, I am not. I will be here forever—like, even after death, you can bet I’ll haunt you. And if you need me to pull off an awesome ghost prank from the afterlife, you just let me know. I’m all in. I’m here, whether you need a friend to laugh with, cry with, or just sit in silence as we slowly binge every season of The Office for the hundredth time. You’ve been my ride-or-die, and I’ll always be yours. Don’t even think about getting rid of me. Not even in the afterlife, because I’m that committed.

So here’s to you, my lifelong partner in crime. The one who has stood by my side through every questionable decision, every high, and every low. Life might not always be pretty, but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except for that one time - Nope, NOT A DAMN THING!

And because we’re both children of the GOOD OLE’ DAYS, I’ll leave you with this: I’ll be there for you. Like I’ve been there before. Like a true BFF—no questions asked.

P.S. I’m the John to your Bender. Or the Maverick to your Goose. You pick, I’m flexible.

With snark, carbs, and eternal love,
Your Beautiful Disaster