I have many friends, potentially the same amount as anyone else my age. It’s just that, well, I rate them. This concept was originally totally horrific to MOD. I have since explained and redeemed myself – almost.

The way I see it, people come into your life for many reasons and stay only as long as they are meant to. Sometimes they are high vis for a number of years and then simply fade away, only to return when the time is right. And of course not everyone is completely on your wave length or at your life phase.  I mean, how can they be? We aren’t clones. That doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy their company and vice versa. A wise friend once told me that it didn’t matter if we saw each other every 5 hours, 5 days, 5 months or 5 years, we would always remain friends, picking up where we last left off. So it may mean you both connect on some things, being great travelling companions for instance. Yet hate doing other things. Dressing up like a teenager and heading to the mosh pit for a heavy metal rock concert. For instance. So you grab that other friend for that.

Well I haven’t been to a heavy metal rock concert, that isn’t really about me. I mean I do need to do that. You should try everything once. Another for TBL. I have however dressed as a teenager, which is actually my normal attire, and headed to the mosh pit when Son 3 was playing. Upon which, son 2 and both sons combined friends, kept a human barrier around me allowing me heaps of room to dance. I just needed a spotlight really. It’s now questionable as to whether that counts as being in the mosh pit. Then of course Son 2 thought it might be a truly excellent idea to pick his mother up and send her off into the atmosphere. Nothing like old girl crowd surfing. Definitely bucket list stuff! Unfortunately I may have rendered some poor young girl semi unconscious with my rather ridiculous young girl shoes, via a kick to the side of the head whilst being passed around.

The things we do.

Anyway, the point is, people have different tastes, different experiences, different views, different ideas of the word life. Some you agree with, some you don’t.

There we have it, the eighty plus percenters versus the fifty percenters. All very important people in anyones life but not always there all of the time for every occasion.

Yet sometimes you find your friend soul mate. The ninety percenter. The one who loves mostly what you love doing, who supports you on every level, who is just damn easy to be around, and who tells you when you are being a dick. Not that I ever am of course.

And I’ve found that. A whole group of awesome people.

The Inner Circle.

You know who you are.