I have this dream. It feels silly when I say it out loud. I'd find a best friend and together we would go around making all kinds of new friends. Starting adventures together, doing all sorts of things. We would meet people of all sorts of backgrounds and cultures and learn from them. Having each other's back we would push ourselves and improve and well. Our friendship would inspire others.

A best friend. I haven't had one in so long I don't even know if I could still bring that level of intensity to the table. That level of dedication and courage to another person. I haven't had friends that inspired such loyalty in so long.

Anyway. I'm. Me. I'm single. No kids. 31. I don't do drugs, or smoke or do .. drinking. I read a metric fuck ton. I love thicc ladies with my entire cellular structure. But I love potatoes more. And chicken. And naps. I don't like a future where I have to share my chicken, but I imagine when I find my best friend. It'll be natural.

I walk a lot. And I've started conditioning myself to learn a new dance that's gonna kick me ass into my hole. Also I'm learning Spanish and boy. That is also beating my ass. I'm trash at everything I do, but with my abnormal levels of will and determination I usually get by. Eventually.

My ideal best friend candidate is literate, is physically active to some degree and pursues their self improvement with consistency and patience.