30 Truths: Day 21

Day 21 →→ (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

Easy. 

Didn’t have to think this one through and ponder some poignant and prolific answer leaving me questioning myself later wondering if I wrote down the correct response.

Truth is, of my all my best friends during my young adult and adult life, I don’t recall fighting with them.  I don’t fight.  Period.  I’ve had disagreements/arguments with family members, colleagues and business partners.  Fighting with friends is off limits for me.  Truly.  I’ve been miffed and mistreated in the past by friends, and I might talk it over with others, but I’ve never experienced a blood curling, episodic nightmare type argument or fight with a best friend.  Ever.

In peculiar situations with strangers in which I feel sense of attack I may strike up negative banter if they afflict ill will or do something wrong, but it’s different with my friends. We disagree on some levels but mostly we agree which is why we’re drawn to each other.  Sure, I might have been perturbed at their action(s), but after a few hours of stewing over something, it is usually placed in the dismissed and eject from memory box of my dusty old noggin.

You can bet your bottom dollar that if I did have a beat down with a bestie (I hate term bestie, btw) and learned that within an hour he/she was in an accident I would be pulling a Tasmanian Devil and torpedoing myself to the scene to offer assistance and support, but mostly gushing my sincerest apologies.  At that point who cares about the argument?

Bygones.