My closest friends all have the same thing in common. When I first met them, I instantly desired their friendship. Some required little to no effort on my part. It was mutual love at first sight. Others I had to woo. Some frustrated me by keeping a distance, but I am persistent when I crave a friendship. Is it a sixth sense or soul recognition from a past life? Whatever the case, I still recall the first time I laid eyes on each of them.

A Latin god with a wicked laugh toasted s’mores and spun me right around. Two goth girls walked across campus like alert crows taking in everything and blowing smoke at it all. A goddess with ice blue eyes donned a daisy dress and grinned with the fecundity of the universe. A gypsy wrapped in exotic fabrics melted my heart with cocoa eyes and a shy smile. The man of my dreams stood in my path and walked me down another. The cool professional tipped his hand revealing a wink and biting sarcasm. A mystical fairy whisked me into her haven and plied me with the necessary comforts the universe had to offer. A gorgeous nymph played it cool at first, but later we found commonality over our shared wounds.

Each time I talk with them or meet them, I’m again struck by how lucky I am. My therapist doesn’t believe in luck, just karma. If that’s the case, then I must have made some serious retribution in past lives to enjoy the perks of this one. I am so grateful for the people I have the fortune to call my friends.

Oh actually, they have two things in common. They are all complete freaks, too. Maybe that’s the draw. I should have thought about that before I started writing this entry. Maybe it’s not cosmic at all.