I believe in soulmates, but I don’t necessarily believe in the typical romantic definition of “The One.” For me, my BFF fits the bill— she not only understands and appreciates my brand of crazy, she joins right in with her own. To me, a soulmate is someone you can freely be your most mentally unstable self with, judgment-free, and that’s definitely my best friend.
- We each know what the other needs. Alcohol, cheese fries, a spontaneous dance party (we’re basically Meredith and Cristina from Grey’s Anatomy) — I know what she needs and she knows what I need. My best friend and I can basically read each other’s minds. I can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in just by the way she says hello. A boyfriend doesn’t even understand what I mean when I say, “I’m upset with you.” I mean, could I be any more clear?
- She’s the only one who can talk me down. No guy can calm me down the way my best friend can. If anything, guys wind me up — they’re usually the reason I have to be calmed down in the first place. I’m lucky enough to have a friend who knows exactly what to say in order to stop me from doing something I’ll likely regret. When I’m waiting to hear back from a guy, I call my BFF so she can stop me from double texting him like some sort of stalker. I don’t know where I’d be without her!
- There’s no such thing as being too comfortable. Stripping down is no big deal when I’m with my bestie. Half of the time I’m naked because I’m raiding her closet for clothes that I intend to make mine. We have no shame — we really can do everything together… unlike with guys! I’ve yet to even meet a guy I’m comfortable enough with to use their bathroom after a large cup of coffee (if you know what I mean). And if I take my clothes off with a guy in the room, they’ll think something more than exchanging clothes is about to go down! As if!
- There’s nothing we don’t share. Thoughts, food, drinks and clothes — we share just about everything. I can’t share anything with guys… maybe food, but even that can be a hassle. My best friend and I have shared custody of most of the clothes we own. She’d better never move away because if she did, my wardrobe would greatly diminish and it would truly be a travesty. The only thing we don’t share? Men! We’re lucky enough to have completely different taste in guys; she goes for tall, handsome men and I usually end up with the exact opposite… Ugh.
- We trust each other completely. She’s there for me whenever I need her advice, which is often! I ask my best friend everything — what shoes I should wear, what I should eat for lunch, if I should buy the expensive Michael Kors bag that’s on sale at T.J. Maxx… you get the picture. If my mom told me she didn’t like my new boyfriend, I would probably roll my eyes and walk away. If my best friend told me she didn’t like him, I would listen. I trust my best friend’s input more than anyone else’s.
- There’s no judgment whatsoever. You should never have to worry about telling your best friend “too much.” In fact, I probably tell her way more than I should — but that’s the point! How many people in this world can you tell everything to without being judged? A rare few! Every embarrassing thing I’ve done, she knows about, mainly because she’s been there for most of them! I have to tell my best friend everything — I almost feel like I’m lying to her if I don’t.
- We actually talk on the phone. My best friend and I spend a majority of our time talking on the phone. How shocking! We text too, but sometimes texting doesn’t cut it — especially when we have a drama-filled story to update each other on. Our phone calls are usually about awkward encounters we have with strangers, our workout plans for the week and anything that’s trending on Perez Hilton. Sound familiar? Thank god we have unlimited minutes or that phone bill would be ridiculous!
- We have each other’s backs. If your best friend doesn’t hate the people you hate, are they even really your friend? Of course not! My best friend hates all of my ex-boyfriends, even if I was the one who ruined the relationship — it doesn’t matter. Our feelings for people are pretty much the same. If I tell my best friend a story about my annoying co-worker, she’ll agree that the woman is basically the devil. If I tell my boyfriend that same exact story, he’ll either completely miss the point or ask something like, “Wait…why’s that a big deal?” Idiot.
