So I have these friends…focus is not their thing. It kind of messes with my OCD tendencies but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
You see, when I’m trying to work, they distract me. When I’m trying to be good and get my work done, they distract me. When I’m trying to sleep, they distract me. When I just want to be in a crappy mood, they make me giggle and distract me. I should shed myself of these distractions honestly. Nothing good could come from these unions…or could it?
Although they distract me on a regular basis, at least 2 of them know where the bodies are buried. When you read about my life, you don’t know the whole story. They do. When I whine about things, you only read the surface story. They hear the real deal. When you see something on here that might seem obscure, they know the whole meaning behind the post.
The truth is, I’ve never met some of my “real” friends in “real” life, but I trust them with my deepest, darkest secrets. And I distract them from their “real” lives on a regular basis too. I have to. When I need someone to talk to, they are there. And I love them for that!
So when these friends feel like distracting me, no matter how busy I am, I’m actually OK with it and thankful that I have them in my life.
In May, I will make a real life connection with these friends at SoFabCon (a conference hosted by Collective Bias). I’m pretty excited about being distracted. Hopefully no one will divulge where I’ve hidden the bodies. I’ve trusted them this long, I think they’ve got my back.
It will be epic. There will be pink vs. purple. There will be chub suits and karaoke. But most importantly, I will get to “meet” my friends that constantly distract me. And I will smile. And my world will be a better place.
P.S. – For the record, I might be the most distracting of all people. Eh…they deal with me and love me anyway.
Distractions are a beautiful thing. Squirrel please!