Okay, so the quote really has nothing to do with my post but I just had to add it. And the deli scene is kinda my favorite. I keep telling Harry that I’m going to do this to him when we’re out to lunch sometime. He’s scared to death that I will. But I promised him a long time ago that I’d never embarrass him. Ever. And I always keep my promises to him.
If you’ve followed me for a time you know that I have a BFF named Harry. I know, I know women and men can’t be friends. Whatevs man. We are. Have been for a long damn time.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy. He holds a special place in my heart. He always will. I expect the man to do my eulogy if I die before him. Not because he’s my BFF. But because the man can write. Oh my God, can he write! He’s fucking brilliant! He was the first person in my life to give me words. To make me crave them. I was obsessed with his words for a time. He probably doesn’t know that. But I really was. I used to read and re-read the messages that we shared. The quotes, the music, everything.
I tell him all the time that he needs to blog. His mind works at such high speed. He has ADHD, and an anxiety disorder. I think that’s the reason he and I are like peas and carrots. However, when I make the suggestion to him, he’s always going off about trying to improve himself. To gain focus on other things. He’s always trying to get “better”. The thing he doesn’t realize, is “this”, this will make him better. This will help him focus. Help him become what he wants. What he thinks he needs to be. He doesn’t understand that he already is better. He’s good, and kind. To me he is, remarkable.
This is where his future lies. Harry stop trying so damn hard! Isn’t that what you always tell me? Of course it is! You told me I saved myself. That you had nothing to do with it. I think that’s bullshit, really. You helped save me. Writing helped save me. You need to do the same thing. With writing. Harry you’re already golden in my eyes. In the eyes of so many others. You’re perfect in your imperfection. I love you. Now write, damn you, WRITE!