Friend Profile: Alex Robinson
Sorry for the lack in posts over the past couple of months. Things have gotten ahead of me, and I’m working towards better time management which includes blog post drafting.
Back in my early senior year of high school four years ago (four years ago? I’m getting oooold!) I was
hanging out with my friend, Carrie, a lot and it was through her I met someone who I’d never realize would be my best friend until the end of time, Alex Robinson. Up until then, I never had a constant best friend. Before high school, my next door neighbor, Marcus, was my best friend, but he transferred middle schools and then we drifted apart so much we don’t even talk anymore. And then in high school, I drifted among friends, and never really had people I hung out with consistently through the years.
Anyways, back to Alex, he is one of the few people who knows everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, and no matter how popular or unpopular you are, he really makes you feel like you and him are best buddies. He always sees the best in people, always strives for smiles, and always recounts the beauty in things. He is quite a personality to say the least, and loves to help others along with the environment.
He’s been there for me through the bulk of my breakups, and met most of my girlfriends, and I have been there for Alex through most of his breakups and met his boyfriends. Oh yeah, I forgot about that, he is gay which I think makes things better (because then we’re not trying to date the same person!). He’s always been there for me, and I recently got the chance to be there for him when his mother passed away due to cancer. It’s certainly amazing to see how happy he is about life amidst the things he has been through. When most people would crack, Alex is the few who don’t.
My most prevailing memories of Alex has got to be all the nights I spent at his dad’s house staying up late playing games/watching movies, or all the downtown/pool outings by his mom’s apartment. During the summers, we used to hang out like 24/7- man what good times
I must say I’m surprised we’re still friends. Whenever I disagreed about something heavily with him, I used to let it get to me and affect our friendship, but I usually end up apologizing and kicking my own ass about it, yet feeling better about the whole situation because we grew stronger as friends.
He is always telling his friends about me, and I usually tell my friends about my stories with him. I’ve always been grateful of him, but I don’t think I’ve ever truly told him that. He’s the guy who I know will be my best man at my wedding someday, and he’s rightfully earned that position. He probably knows me better than my mom or any girlfriend I’ve had, and I think I know Alex pretty darn well too.
So readers, who’s your best friend? Feel free to write a small paragraph in the comments below!
While each of the friends that have entered and passed through my life are dear to me, there’s one friend in particular who I will be forever grateful to for staying by me longer than anyone else: my best friend, Daniel Rowell.
We met when we were seven. Our older siblings were all the same age, and we were both five years younger than our next oldest brother/sister, so we naturally came together as playmates. It’s been fourteen years since he first taught me how to rollerskate in front of his house, and we’ve definitely had our temperamental ups and downs, but he has been my true and constant friend longer than anyone else. He’s legitimately concerned about me and what’s happening in my life, and I strive to be as good of a friend to him. I love that boy like it’s my job :]
(Ok, ramble over <3)