A very drunken game of ‘never have I ever’ brought us together. A mutual love of mischief, naughtiness and geekery cemented us. We call each other female-genitalia related names with alarming frequency and the greatest affection.
We’ve known each other for seven years and are significantly better behaved and grown-up than we once were. Nevertheless, we have excellent tales to tell of our misbehaviour. In our first week of friendship she managed to throw up in my hands as I very tenderly held her mane of hair back. To rival that, I once sought revenge on her ex via the means of my own piss. Her recklessness and wild abandon was the perfect antidote to the stuffiness of most of the people we met at Uni, although it did leave our gang a bit troubled when she’d disappear in the middle of the night.
It takes very little effort on her part to make me guffaw, whether with her or at her, and there are no topics of conversation off-limits – which can be unnerving for an outsider. Essentially, the dirtier the topic, the better. We had a 3 hour-long conversation about every minute detail of delivering her daughter. I know her intimately, in the crudest sense of the word.
That’s another thing – she’s a mum now. A very good one at that. For all her posturing and self-deprecation, she needs reminding of just how good she is at her new job. I fully plan on corrupting her offspring with our drunken tales and relish the prospect of embarrassing them with our inherent geekiness. But for now it’s a joy watching her with her daughter and I’m secretly very proud of her – she’s not had the easiest time of it.
We’ve caused all manner of chaos and mayhem, nursed crushes and hangovers and broken hearts. But the crux of our friendship is the fact that she understands better than most, precisely what it’s like to be neurotic, depressed and manic. Completely and utterly without judgement. Sometimes this means we’ve not been there for each other when we ought to have been, but it has also meant that we’ve not needed to apologise for our absence either.
I bloody love her and her mental little head. Even if I’ve been exposed to way too many of her bodily fluids.