Right about everything

I have a friend and she is always right, right about everything. Oh yes,

right about the war, (shouldn’t of gone)
right about who should be President, (Kerry)
right about how to rear children, (all 3 major problem children, always someone else’s fault)
right about how you should decorate your house, (for her beige, my love of color is cheap looking)
right about how to throw a party, (she doesn’t have enough friends to have one)
right on what dishes you should have, (only she knows what good taste is)
right on how you should live your life, (she works and comes home, that’s it)
right about who should be your friends, (get her approval first, she’ll point out their flaws)
right on the evil of the Internet, (she never gets any email)
right on what your diet should be, (her 2-3 pack a day cigarette habit helps here)
right on how you treat your adult children, (her adult children barely speak to her)
right on Adored One’s medical care, (because of shoddy Dr’s he’ll die)
right about her life being crap because of other people, (but she made the choices)

right on everything, right, right, right.

I can go on and on.

So wrapped up in rightness I despair for the very wrongness in her heart. She has been my friend for decades, my family doesn’t even know why she is my friend, and not one of them will stay in the same room with her for over three minutes.

Faithfully I talk to her every couple of weeks since she now lives on the east coast. Every time I hang up the phone I am so grateful to have her as a friend and to be who I am.

In fact I celebrate my life and how much I appreciate my family and friends, my country, how proud I am of our President, how my house is a home, how Adored One is alive and thriving, and how because of the choices I made I have all this.

I tell my family and friends, because they don’t understand why I am a friend with her,

“How can I not be a friend with someone who shows me the pure joy and beauty of my life? Every time I talk to her, I am grateful for everything about my life.”

My family doesn’t understand and most of my friends don’t, but she shows me over and over again, you don’t have to be right all the time; it’s ok to be wrong.

Long ago I was told by my Grandma, "You can be right and all alone to your grave." I decided, heck yes, I'll be wrong sometimes.

Comments

[jmflynny]

It's all a matter of perspective.

I understand completely that bad examples, as well as good, can inspire you.

You have a wonderful outlook on life.

[tracy]

beebee, thanks for sharing this...send it to readers digest. It's wonderful.
oxox, tracy

[Stacie]

Give me her name and number I would like to "be her friend" too. :)
Often times I need a glimpse of reality, and appreciate the things that are right in front of me.
Talking with her gives you that "angle of vision" you (and everyone) needs in their life!

Thanks for sharing, and I am proud of our president too!!!

[Marcus]

hmmmmmm....seems as if you've met of my former g/f's. They were always right too. You didn't see me. I was never here. hahaha

[Shelly]

Isn't it amazing how one friend can help us be grateful for what we have?

I can smell that pot roast here in CA!