As is the case with most things in life – Mindy Kaling is right.
She’s right about frozen Indian food being terrible and she’s right about how if you’re gonna be a mess, you should be a hot mess and she’s so right about casting Timothy Olyphant as a love interest on her show but mostly, she’s right about the notion of best friends.
I have best friends. Plural. To those pedants out there who stubbornly like to point out that, “Best means best and you can only have one,” – let me allow my girl Mindiana Jones to roll a boulder of truth your way:
My tier involves my sister (who pulls quadruple duty as both my hero and my favorite person to watch terrible television with), Biffle (a man I’ve known for half my life and one who I can hold conversations with even if he’s not in the same zip code) and my fellow bougie girls, D and Ashley – two lionhearted dames I would not hesitate to share the cheese plate with…and I don’t share the cheese plate with anyone.
I live in South Florida, D lives in Central Florida and Ashley lives in North Florida. Considering the state is almost 450 miles long, that puts a serious kibosh on quality time together.
However, technology. Emails, Google Hangout and my personal favorite – the group text.
Today, I had the following conversation via group text:
D: These group texts make my life complete.
A: They make me sad.
D: Awwww, no! See? I’m happy
D: Damn, I’m a catch.
J: Why do they make you sad, love?
A: Imagine our lives everyday together Or at least in the same city.
D: It would be awesome so let’s make it happen one day!
J: This is the face of a happy bitch eating some clementines!*
D: I HAVE ONE TOO!
J: Clementine twins like a motherfucker!**
A: Y’all are so cute!
D: Selfie! Selfie! Selfie!
J: Let’s see that gorgeous face, Ash!
J: DAMN GIRL!
D: Shit, you sexy.
A: Bahaha. Jaime, I’m not convinced you’re wearing clothes.
J: There is a STRONG likelihood that I’m not***
Distance is lousy but the advent of technology? That is a beautiful thing. Because now, the people I love are only as far away as my phone and there’s a lot of comfort to be derived from that. It’s modern day magic. Instead of clicking your heels three times, you click some keys and before you know it – you’re home. And there’s no place like it.
* Or the face of some sort of manic woodland creature.
** Of course I’m the first one to drop the F Bomb. Because, of fucking course, right?
*** Kidding. Of course, I was wearing clothes. I mean, it was only 72 degrees outside. Dear God, I don’t want to freeze to death.