Devon is on the VIP list, naturally. He loves to bake too (his mom teaches cooking at our school) and he's one of a very small number of people on earth that don't ever stress me out. Tonight he came over and we spent the evening making Nutella Lava Cookies and Lemon Bars :).
With just Devon? What about Sal and your other friends?
Other friends, lawl. Silly italicised voice, don't you pay attention? What other friends do I have that would hang out with me? Sal was spending the evening with Keith, Fred and Mickey going out to a Chinese buffet and watching a movie, so naturally I wasn't invited.*
You weren't invited? Aren't those people exactly who you'd name as your friends?
Theoretically, yes. In practice, no. As I mentioned in my last post, I don't connect well with most people and they don't connect well with me. I will never be as a part of that posse as the others no matter how hard I try and how many parties I try to throw and how many cupcakes I make for them. They just don't like me as much as I'd have hoped and I have to accept that.
And I do. Because there is still hope that I can interact with other humans!
Devon and I do click. He's just so easy to get along with. And when my "friends" abandon me as usual, he's always there and (as far as I can tell) he genuinely likes hanging out with me as much as I enjoy hanging out with him. And I don't think I appreciate that as much as I should, I'm usually too busy desperately chasing my other "friends" instead of appreciating the one that's there all along.
I really hate baking with other people in the room. If my mom so much as glances at me while I'm baking I'll usually snap at her. Especially if it's late at night and I'm trying to finish a batch of something before bed. But with Devon it's a completely different story. I totally trust him to not screw anything up so he can work on one recipe while I work on another, I feel totally relaxed and the time just flies. We made a tray of lemon bars and three dozen cookies in three hours; it felt like thirty minutes.
This post is going all over the place because it's 12:09am and I'm exhausted. I apologize, I have so little time these days :\. What I'm trying to say is that in the last post when I said that all I needed was a real friend who genuinely enjoys my company and who I genuinely enjoy spending time with who doesn't annoy me...well, I have one, and he's great. All the other shitty fair-weather friends can come and go and it won't matter to me as long as I have my biffle to bake with on Friday nights :).
I hope you find/have a Devon in your life. I don't know what I'd do without mine.
Well, probably the same thing--if I'm craving lemon bars then dammit I'll make lemon bars with or without help xD. It's just a lot nicer having a friend to share it with :).
*(That isn't to say I blame Sal for wanting a night out with his guy friends. He's taking me to dinner tomorrow night, I'm not saying he constantly hangs out with them over me. It's just that when nearly the entire posse goes out for a fun night, it'd be nice if they even considered including me as part of that as their friend. I get that they wouldn't necessarily want to bring along "the girlfriend", I had just hoped I'd gotten past that archetype and was friends with the guys in my own right. Apparently I was mistaken.)
Anyway. Goodnight, darling readers <3.
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