Life, a magical field of existence whereby humans try to establish what the hell we’re doing here. Amidst the wins and curveballs, one of the greatest life joys I’ve experienced is having a solid, stable; reliable group of friends. Each one brings something unique and wonderful, however today I’ve decided to dedicate a post just to one…it’s her birthday.
The intention is not to draw comparisons, nor exclude the group I deem close, but as it is her birthday (and let’s face it, bar my mum she is my biggest fan), this piece of writing is in honor of our fully faultless friendship. Over the course of 25 years, she has been what I consider a shelter from the storm; a friend, a sister, a constant…
Three. That’s how old I was when I met her. I don’t remember much about our first meeting, but I do remember spending my first few school years plotting her death. We would fight so much that our mothers would get called in and frequent letters sent home. Understandably, we were advised to stay away from/ignore each other but alas, we could not.
Joanna: the irritating, blonde-fringed girl with freckles on her face. Invited to each and every one of my birthdays: keep your friends close but enemies closer. Loud, boyish, outspoken and bold – everything about her annoyed me. I used to cry post-haircuts, scared she’d rip the shit out of me, and when she did, I would yell out “BITCH” so loud that all our peers would gasp in shock, labelling me the antichrist.
Had somebody informed me then, that she would prove to be the most consistent, loyal and selfless friend I’d ever have, I probably would have jumped from the climbing frame there and then.
Our relationship changed during high school, because we were dealing with a whole new kettle of bullshit: bullies, boyfriends, rebellion; hormones. Astonishingly, the moment we upgraded uniforms, we upgraded the way we treated each other. Instead, we became each others point of reference, severing not a single fallout. No bitching, no competitiveness, no time for being fickle or hasty – we knew who we were to each other and accepted it – a solid friendship; unquestionably rare.
If friends were graded, Joanna would sail through every subject from A*, to merit, to distinction. But, as there’s no such thing as a degree in friendship, I’m celebrating her 28th, on the 28th, with 28 reasons as to why she is THE BEST:-
- She’s neutral.
I’ve had some nasty fallouts over the years and Joanna’s one friend who’s stayed neutral. Never has she encouraged bad vibes, or involved herself in my battles. Instead, she’s reflected opposing sides without forming any judgement. At times I’ve found this severely frustrating because the ego wants to be “right”. In hindsight, her stance has been most helpful because she’s demonstrated maturity without encouraging childish behaviour.
2. She protects my fragile heart, *violin*.
Six years ago I was crazy in love with a guy who couldn’t spare a flying fuck. Upon discovering his infidelities with numerous partners, I was so heartbroken I lay in bed sombre and lifeless; unwilling to get up. Joanna was the friend who got me out of bed, treating me to a pedi and reminding me that life goes on. At the time it didn’t mend my broken heart, but it certainly made my toes sparkle.
3. She’s with me for the ride.
Over the past few years I’ve moved house three (almost four) times and she’s been there for every single one. From lifting boxes, to driving, to unpacking. I haven’t even had to ask her – she considers me a *cough, burden* priority.
4. She’s a handy-wo-man.
Jo is one of the most practical human beings I’ve ever met – if there’s a problem – she will fix it. From transferring stencils on the wall to unscrewing lightbulbs or climbing shelves – lets just say I’ve never had to contact one of my exes.
5. I’m her dolly.
Not to be trusted with an eyeliner, Jo does my hair beautifully. French plaits, buns, fishtails – this girl is my personal hairstyle queen.
6. She’s a comedian.
My. Friend. Is. Hilarious. I can’t recall a single time we haven’t laughed. Even when things have fallen apart around us, when we’ve felt stuck, worried, frustrated – laughter’s prevailed, the best remedy for anything.
7. She’s effortlessly thoughtful.
On my 21st birthday I took some friends to Bournemouth for a messy weekend. Whilst in the shower, Jo decorated our room with banners and balloons, going out of her way to make me feel special. #AwYouShouldntHave
8. She’s always there.
I had a nasty, invasive procedure last year and despite her own commitments, my girl booked the day off and took me to the hospital. She even went as far as to bring me home and spend the day with me, making sure that I felt fine. </3
9. She loves my mum.
This probably sounds like a weird one, but the relationship between two of my leading ladies is 100% sincere. They have their own special unique bond and it warms my heart up. Plus, mama knows best and if she says Jo is gold, she must be.
*If you’re not down with my mum, you’ll never be down with me.
10. She keeps it real.
I don’t have to worry about Jo talking behind my back ’cause if I upset her, she’ll tell me. As difficult as it is telling people how and if they hurt you, there’s something relieving about being able to talk, listen and making the choice to move forward.
11. She’s always on time.
And I don’t mean in terms of “let’s meet for coffee at three”. If something big is happening, negative or positive, I know exactly who’ll be there. Hell, this girl is there for all occasions, helping me to swim through life. #Teamworkmakesthedreamwork
12. She’s got bottle.
During secondary school I was constantly being harassed by older girls – I can’t lie, they were scarily evil! But I remember when the bullies tried to “befriend” her, Jo made it clear with her tone and face that she would never be interested – she never licked ass based on her own principled loyalty. #ByeFelicias
13. She’s kept all my secrets despite having a big mouth.
Much like myself, Jo finds it difficult to contain newsworthy information. I in particular am a renown over-sharer (the proof is in the blog), so when it comes to each other; our pain and our regrets; we keep our lips sealed. #ThanksBoo
14. She’s never left me in a vulnerable state.
Fourteen years old – just discovered vodka. We were on our way to a house party and I chugged it down with no concept of units. To this day, I can’t remember how we got home, I just remember waking up with vomit in my hair and a missing phone. Still, somebody got me back safely – somebody tucked me into bed.
15. She’s charitable.
The charity case being me of course (although she has done frequent runs for cancer). The amount of hairdryers, chargers, phones and clothes Jo has thrown my way over the years is staggering. I mean, she could have easily sold that stuff on ebay but nope, here I am, free-balling.
16. She’s accepting.
Jo doesn’t get mad (albeit surprised) when I “borrow” something of hers and wear it in front of her six years later. To be fair it wouldn’t fit her now anyway, girl’s got the body of a goddess.
17. She listens.
And I mean really listens. It doesn’t matter how trivial the issue, if I need to vent, I know I have a nonjudgmental, equally honest ear on standby.
18. She checks in.
If I’ve had a bad week or day, she’ll make it a point to check in and see what’s up. Bare in mind this is a person who works full time, has a child, a head full of tasks and yet still, spares several thoughts for me. She even feels guilty when she feels she’s been “slacking”. #YouGottaStopDoingThatBoo
19. She acknowledges my inner child.
Back to my 21st: I was secretly eyeing up this massive pink unicorn and Jo did everything she could to win it. At the time I was certain her efforts were to appease her daughter – which they were – only Jo won two which means I got one! #HipHipHooray
20. She’s inspiring and smart.
No really, she’s one of the cleverest girls I know: quick witted, sharp; practical. Aged sixteen, Jo was the first to go out and got a job. She was also the first to pass her driving test and basically, the first in our group to demonstrate initiative.
I am proud of the way she communicates with people – she’s direct, humble and straightforward – the sort of person who inhabits natural leadership. #YesBadGyal
21. She’s supportive.
Jo has read and shared practically every single one of my blogs under zero obligation. I never expect my friends to read OR share my work, but over the past two years she’s emitted constant support and exposure. As a writer, I can’t tell you how invaluable that is – all we want is for our words to reach people – and without shares that can’t happen.
Her feedback, encouragement and genuine interest are all attributes which make a fucking supportive friend. #ThanksForBelieving
22. She’s inclusive.
I swear I’m her honorary adoptee. I get invited to all the big family dos, even Christmas sometimes! #ThanksBabeButIGotMyOwnFamilyToSpendOn
23. She’s thoughtful.
This girl just kills me with it. I came home after traveling for eighteen hours once and Jo had snuck in beforehand to make sure my fridge wasn’t empty. *FYI she didn’t break in, bitch has a key.
24. She shares the limelight.
This is definitely where we differ. My birthday’s in October – hers September – and I always plan the celebrations wayyyyy in advance. Arguably self-centered, Joanna is regardlessly happy to hear my plans with enthusiasm – even before considering her own.
25. She’s not a hater.
You can really see if someone’s happy for you by looking in their eyes. That stab of jealousy, or even disbelief. Personally, I think it’s normal to have twinges of envy. For instance, if I were £500 into my overdraft and a friend revealed they’d won the lottery, damn right I’d feel that stab. But not Jo. Every success I have is received by her as if she were my mother: full of pride and excitement. Sometimes I downplay victories to others because I don’t want to evoke discomfort; but not with her. With her, I can speak in every little detail about something I feel proud of – and her eyes light up with delight. #SheIsJustSoCute
26. She hates being a burden.
Not that she could ever be one. Still, like chalk and cheese, Joanna is not the kind of person to vent her plight – she is private and a problem solver. Most of all, she hates the idea of people worrying about her – and in that sense she is utterly selfless.
27. Her kindness soothes my soul.
Joanna is the epitome of health, but has never once made me feel bad about my body, nor compared our physical differences. Over the years I’ve had friends discuss whether or not they find me pretty in the morning (I mean, can you name a person who is?), whether I look nice without makeup (better than your mum mate) and multiple jibes about my size.
Thankfully, I’ve never had to worry about all that shit with her. Why? Because she’s comfortable in her own skin, and that makes ME feel comfortable. And if I do ask for advice? Constructive and helpful – never harmful. In my mothers words, “Joanna is a breath of fresh air”.
28. We have snuggle time.
Okay not really, although I totally would if she let me. When we do have sleepovers (yes, these still happen), her partner gets sent to the sofa and guess who bags the double?! Not only is this more comfortable, but it also means I get to hear her sleep-talking. Sleep-talking…possibly her only flaw.
Man that was easy, I should have written this post aged 40.
I realised something extremely important about our friendship over the years. Not only have I taken her friendship completely for granted – the same way you would with your siblings/parents, but her qualities have provided something real and sustainable. I couldn’t fail the test of friendship with Jo because I’ve mirrored her; she brings out the best in me.
Also, when analyzing men I’d fallen for, they’d never been my friends. Drive, money, looks, charm – shallow attributes – substance barely there. And then I realised – if I sought a partner who had even 3/4 worth of Jo – I’d find a mate for life.
But, who cares about all that when you have a friend like mine. Knight or no knight, I’m counting my blessings in the form of twenty-eight.