Today I reeled off a list of some of the things that make me just that little bit more fucked up than the rest of you. I do this every now and again because people will say things like "I don't know how anyone could not like you". I usually point out that it's more than fair and that in fact most people dislike me (which is fine because I inherently dislike people upon meeting them and I need to be shown that they are in fact likable).
So I point out that have been told I have Manic Depression but I refuse to take medication. That I have a list as long as your arm of things that cause me distress, that I have mild OCD, that I have difficulty trusting people, that I have had to deal with eating disorders and I can't use any toilet unless it has a flush mechanism (I don't know why). People smile awkwardly when I tell them these things and then they act differently around me, as I'm sure anyone reading this will. But today, for the first time I reeled off my list and my friend turned right around and said 'that's great. Those are all the reasons I like you. You're not boring. There's nothing more boring than the people who aren't like you'.
I have never been prepared for that.
It's rare to find a friend who is that willing to accept you like that.
Realising that you've got a friend who is willing to import you peanut butter to cheer you up when you're down, who puts up with all your bullshit and still helps out, who doesn't give a flying damn how fucked-in-the-head you are; is like finding £50 in a pair of old jeans, the best feeling in the world.
It's times like this that I take note and think 'that's it, they're suck with me for life now'.
In a good way