Wasabibabi

Our last true childhood-best-friends fling involved a bottle of red wine, a sandy “cliff” about 15 feet high, a campfire and dancing about like fools in the moonlight. As quiet as m. says I am, I was always being told to “tone it down,” but with m. I always felt challenged to be even more of who I really was. So that was cool.

We are mostly opposites, on the surface. I am loud, brash, opportunistic. She is quiet, almost bashful, and thoughtful. I speak as I think; she thinks and may or may not speak up about it. I was shaving my head and slam dancing past 2am while she was making good grades and playing the flute.

But if you can get past the apparent differences—the surface, the skin, the seeming contradiction of our friendship—she is like the other side of me. She voices the fears I never admit. She accomplishes the goals I moved to fast to accomplish, and explores the realities I can’t even stop to contemplate.

After watching her in ballet class for a few weeks, I wanted to meet her, but she was always gone by the time I got downstairs. I decided to leave class as soon as she did one day, cornered her in the stairwell, and blurted out, “You’re a good dancer,” or something equally inane. She blushed and sort of stammered, “You are too!”

A week or so later, she invited me to her 13th birthday party. She’d invited just a few people, and told her mom she wanted to invite the girl from ballet class. I was thrilled, and we became best friends almost immediately.

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wow! just as I was adding her to my list, her voice started to emanate from my radio!! Right now, she’s exclaiming, “My hubris begins to throw my entire household into a state of disequilibrium.”