Bros Before Hoes.

I’ve always been considered one of the guys. I can act like a girl, dress like a girl, and talk like a girl, but my guys sometimes forget I’m a girl! I take that as a compliment. I don’t know what it is: I just simply can’t make many girl friends. I have my girlfriends but that’s only two or three. Most of my friends are boys. The ones I can talk to about sneakers and not get bored. The ones I can talk to about cars and learn more. The ones I can help with girl problems. The ones I can connect with. My girls are there for my girl-talk, but I won’t get into that now.

I can’t deal with catty chicks, emotionally unstable people, and emotions in general. I think like a guy, but don’t get me wrong: I’m straight. I’m just so laid-back and less clingy unlike most girls. I mean, I grew up with tough love, man! I grew up in an Asian family; how often do you witness an Asian parent telling their daughter they love them? Almost never! Well, unless of course they were born in America, but my parents weren’t. I can’t really be emotional, because that’s not going to help me move forward, y’know. So I just skip that part. That’s beside the point.

Regardless, male or female, everyone has someone who’s basically their brother (or sister). That one person that’s your live diary. That one person who doesn’t change how they look at you regardless of what happened last night. That one person who will stay sober just to look out after you. That one person who will pretend to be your lover so the ugly ones can back off. The ones who let you crash when you get kicked out. The ones that talk you into returning to your family. The ones that urge you to do well in school. The ones who really care about you.Those are the friends I’m talking about.

Not those hoes who call you up to hit the club and disappear the second they step foot on the dance floor. Not the fake beezys who bail out when you need support. Not the jankys who put on a façade and feign that they care, but the second something more interesting rolls around, they dip faster than lightning. And most definitely not the busters who say, “he’s not worth your time.” Then turn around and hook up with the dude.

I’m talking real people. The ones who tell it like it is. The ones who keep it real. The one that’s worth sacrificing for because you know damn well he’d do the same back. That’s a best friend.

Sure you’ll have a boyfriend or girlfriend, whichever you please. As much as you’d like, your boyfriend will never be your best friend. The technicalities are much too complicated. If the relationship doesn’t go down well, neither will your friendship. Life just doesn’t work that way.

“We’d still be best friends if love were enough.”- Abi, of Girls Are The New Boys Blog

Friends are there to care for you and support you. For all you know, your tender-lovin’ boyfriend could be cheating without a trace. But be careful who you call “friend.” A friend is not someone who there once,and gone the next. A friend is someone who’s there to help you see reality. Someone who encourages you at the right time tries to turn your course when you’re heading in a downward spiral.

Let down your boyfriend before you let down a friend. Because your friend will be there regardless when your boyfriend might just up and leave.