I hope I never have to lose a good friend. My friends are fricking awesome.
Like, if my friends were all in a club together, we’d have the most amazing secret handshake ever invented. There’d probably be a back-flip in there somewhere.
We’d have an official uniform, and every single one of us would refuse to wear it. Because we’re bad-ass like that.
There’d be super-secret-decoder-rings, though, that we would wear. Because they’d be made out of asteroids, lava, and titanium. (Because all three of those things are totally badass. And so are my friends.)
Our club would be in a tree-house. An underground treehouse, with walls made out of aquarium. Our butler would be a shark, probably. Or an octopus.
So yeah. My friends are pretty damn amazing. I value them a whole heap – because, let’s face it, I’m not the easiest person to get to know, and somedays I can be downright finicky about who I’m nice to, and there’s that whole morning issue – as in: morning person I am not.
So the people I call my friends are some of the strongest, bravest, most successful, funny, caring people out there. I hope I never have to lose any of them!
Daily Question: If your friends were in a super secret club, what would your mascot be?