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About friendship

I saw a movie today: DUE DATE, a comedy with Robert Downey Jr.& Zach Galifianakis, but this post it is not about that movie, although it did inspire me to write it. I will like to talk about how Hollywood loves to sell us the idea of how "easy" are friendship and love. In so many movies perfect estrangers get together and after overcoming a couple of difficulties became soul mates either as best friends, lovers or both. Perfect romantic comedies. I say "easy" ironically why?, usually nothing is easy on those movies ( easy and simple don't sell tickets), but yes easy, if after 1 week or so of adventures the characters connect for the rest of their lives.

I'm thinking about my friends. Thinking why and how they became my friends. Yes we have overcome a series or difficulties: long distance, overdoses of alcohol, asshole boyfriend and girlfriend, lack of money for parting, so and so. Isn't because the overcome of difficulties that we are close? If my life were a Hollywood movie for sure the difficulties will be something similar to a kidnapping or a cross country adventure. More dramatic and easy to get, an idea of why our connection is strong.

Now is when I'm glad, once again, that my life it is not a Hollywood script, and my friendships are not based on difficulties, or maybe thyer are, but it is the power of overcome them and survivor traumas or adventures. I'm glad now that I think again of my friends and know that my relationship with them are based on common interest, intellectual attraction, dark sense of humor, and, why not, chemistry.

My friends and I have history, and thank God for it, because a simple life has more magic thaa Hollywood, if you know where to look for it.

I love you all!!


  1. Julieth:

    It seems we both have blogs -- how wonderful, love your take on friendships, pa 510 team member and now a follower,
    live dream love


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