People who are the favorite person of their favorite person are my favorite people. They’re just SO RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY that it’s hard not to love them. It must be amazing to live that way. I’ve had fleeting phases like that in my life and I think it would be fabulous to have that all of the time. To have a friend or relative that you’re just so close to that you know exactly what they’re thinking or what they’re about to do and they know you just as well. To have your person be the same person through decades and to experience lifes ups and downs and changes and tragedies with that true friend always a part of you has got to be the absolute best way to live. To have someone be your person through successes and failures and all the mundane shit in between is a privilege that not everyone has. I think it would be nice to be able to call or text one person no matter the time of day or night and just KNOW that you wouldn’t be disturbing them….and to find out that in fact they were just about to call or text you. Seems impossible beyond middle school to become someone’s person that doesn’t already have a person. Not that I am a jealous person but if wishes could come true just by wanting them to then I would have a lifelong bff of my own. I would do anything for them even if it meant driving off of a cliff together in a red convertible. I am very loyal and understanding and non judgemental and just know that someone somewhere must be missing out on the best possible friend that has EVER existed because they’re not friends with me.  I’m not being all sad and melodramatic like my birthdays of the recent past but I do notice that tomorrow I will be so far beyond middle school and still have no deep meaningful relationships other than with my children. I really don’t think that at my age I can expect ever to have a friend that truly knows me. Even if I met someone today they wouldn’t know me through my single phase, my married phase, my pregnant phase, my mommy phase, my chubby phase, my extremely fit yoga instructor phase, my divorcing phase, my single parent phase….they would just know me in my slightly chubby, end of middle age and beyond phase.The always exhausted phase is not fun to be around. In turn, I will have missed all of their phases that led their path to cross mine. My sense of humour has always drawn a few people to hang out with me for a couple of years but even that has been dimmed by my current daily schedule. For some reason I will never be anyone’s favorite person. Seems juvenile to even mention such a thing but it’s just a thought. Oh well, I might as well enjoy the last few hours of my youth without becoming morose. Cheers from me and my long time friend Jack Daniels!