I'm Here Sometimes

I just imaged that I smelled my friend Lois. I haven’t seen her in quite some time, but I really thought I caught a hint of her scent at least in my mind. She always smelt a bit like kimchi and flowery body spray and yet a smell of neutral substance when you left the first two parts out. 

Lois is a funny girl, really. And it’s funny how we managed to be friends in the first place and how I still manage to call her my friend though we probably haven’t talked in months. I suppose any sort of preconceived notion of what makes a person the friend-type for me can’t really be said with much solidity. Lois is a Korean Christian party girl with an obsession with media-dictated pretty things. She dyes her hair frequently, worries excessively about her weight, wears these strange plastic things on her eyelids to create a crease, and she listens to the sort of music I have very little patience for. But she is very sweet, a little naive and clueless to things, trustworthy and honest, generous and spiritually dedicated. I remember sleeping at her house one night and she told about how the devil and home to her while she was sleeping and she hid from him under the covers. At the time, I really believed this and had some trouble getting sleep that night. Lois was always easy trick and always easy to scare. Lois is still easy to trick and easy to scare. 

I can’t understand why some people believe they need to be surrounded by tons of friends. In my opinion, the butter spreads thin. And I like butter. I like having my few close friends, and when they are busy I don’t mind the alone time all that much either. So when I think of people like Lois, girls that I spend months without talking to or hanging out with, I remember a little thing about myself. I’m not defined by my friendships. They have not dictated too much of my decisions and my desires and drives. My friends have been companions and partners on the ride, support, and not constantly needed either. Which is nice. 

Sometimes, the best friends are the ones that you can neglect to call for weeks, the ones that you buy Christmas presents for in February, the ones that are always too busy, and the ones that can’t eat dinner with you every night. And despite all these things, nothing changes. And we are just friends again.