My best friend is my worst enemy.
She’s the type of girl to call you out on any crap and she’s smart about it too. She doesn’t just tell you why she thinks your idea (honestly, looking back, a really bad idea) is a terrible idea, she pulls out her facts and puts you in your place. And she’s almost always right.
But, as much as she’s the last person I want to hear “I told you so” from, she’s always looking out for me and advocates for the best in me. She puts everything into perspective and makes me appreciate our friendship for the challenge that it is. We only value the opinions of people we love and respect.
It’s funny though because I’ve known her for 10 years, but we weren’t friends until the miraculous 5th year.
The thing is, we’re a lot alike. We’re smart, passionate and dedicated. And back in grade 6, we hated each other. We didn’t know each other, but we disliked the other all the same.
When I left my home school to go to a regional program at the beginning of grade 6, all my friends went to the mainstream feeder school. Going to a new school was scary and exhilarating, but I made myself a promise to visit my friends from my old school. (I hadn’t left the city or area, I just wasn’t at that school any more.) BUT lo and behold, who was there with all my friends? Cerise. A short Asian girl with glasses, long straight black hair and an attitude. ALL our friends thought we were practically twins and that we should be bestest friends.
Definitely, not happening.
You could tell on both of our faces there was a certain disdain to be likened to be exactly like someone else. And we both thought, Whatever, I don’t care, I’m never going to see this girl again.
As things go, I lost touch with most of my old friends, made new ones and prepared for another transition to a new school, high school this time.
BUT WHO SHOULD ALSO BE AT MY NEW HIGH SCHOOL?
Cue the beginning of a nightmare sequence. Literally everyone mistook us and another girl for each other for an entire year. (Apparently our names are similar, Cindy, Cerise, Sharon. No.) So we did what any obviously smart person would do, avoid each other, pretend they don’t exist and hope they go away. I also, as rational as I am, took a pair of scissors and gave myself a haircut, beginning my many hair adventures, but a story for another time. (I did a terrible job, let’s just end that there.)
But in grade 10 things changed, we had mutual friends and we couldn’t avoid each other forever. So we made nice, pleasant to begin with but we never hung out alone. (BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE A DISASTER.)
AND THEN A DISASTER. We were supposed to hang out with a third friend and get bubble tea and lunch on our half-day. (Remember half days?) Half-way to meet our friend in utter silence on the bus, we get a message: “Hey guys, I can’t make it. I’m really sick and I’m going home to rest.”
We were left staring at each other with no plan, no third friend, no nothing. And then the first words to begin our friendship, “Wanna still go get food and bubble tea?”
Every half-day that followed for 2 years we went and did the same thing, without fail.
Fast forward through five years, and we go to the same university, were roommates for 2 years and are best friends. And it began with a simple tradition.
First it was every half-day. Pickled vegetables and pork vermicelli for lunch and mango chillers with tapioca for dessert.
Then it was every Monday. McDonald’s after school. Fries, mayo and gossip.
Every Tuesday, hot mango green tea with tapioca from TenRens in Square One.
During first year, we made dinner or baked goods every day together.
Every Sunday we’d come back from a weekend in Mississauga with family to have Molly Blooms $5 appetizers.
And now, even though we don’t live together any more, we aren’t in the same programs and are doing our best to manage our own busy schedules, we meet every Thursday at Mel’s to have breakfast in the morning before class. We went this morning.
As time passes, traditions remain precious and important, but they change. They adapt with the times. We aren’t the same people 10 years ago, let alone 5, but the things that are important to us will always have a place. At the core, we all need something stable that supports us when things get rough, but it doesn’t mean we’re inflexible and unmoving. Sometimes, in order to grow, we have to learn to accept what comes our way and make the best of it. My best friend may be my worst enemy, but she’s the best worst enemy a girl could ask for.
Got any crazy or strange traditions? Leave them in a comment below!