"You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world…

…and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” -Dita Von Teese

But who really needs people who hate peaches? 

Is there anything worse than seeing your best friends upset?  Whether it’s over a boy, classes, or mean girls, you can never be fully happy unless your friends are happy.  It just sits in the back of your brain and the fact that you can’t always take away their pain is enough to drive you crazy.  Personally, I don’t have time for people who hate peaches.  Any boy who breaks one of my friends hearts, or any girl who thinks it’s still ok to be vicious and cruel outside of middle school is someone I just don’t have the patience or energy for.  My friends are some of the greatest people in the world, and I’m sure yours are too.  Isn’t it frustrating when other people don’t realize this?

To me, being a best friend is complicated.  It’s not easy to put into words.  But I like the analogy of friendship being one soul in two bodies.  It’s like no matter how much the situation has nothing to do with you, you can never fully separate yourself from whatever it is that’s going on in her life.  The hardest part of being a best friend comes when there’s really, truly, nothing you can do to make them feel better.  It’s like you ALWAYS know what they’re thinking, what music they’re in the mood for, even when they’re getting their period for God’s sake, but sometimes you just don’t know what to say when they’re upset.  This is the hardest time to be a best friend, but it is the most important.  There have been times when I’ve been the miserable one that can not be cheered up, but what really makes me feel better in those situations is that I am lucky enough to have people even trying.  That’s what being a best friend is.  Doing absolutely everything you can to help when you know full well that no one can make the situation better except for the stupid boy or mean girl that caused the situation in the first place.  This is why I think that the people who hate peaches always lose.  People who hate peaches don’t have good best friends.  It’s impossible.  If everyone had just one really good friend, someone to say “don’t send that tweet”, “your dirty looks make you look like a witch”, or “you’re making a huge mistake breaking up with that dime”, the world would just love peaches. 

My best friends are the ripest, juiciest peaches in the world.  And I’m so busy loving them and doing everything I can do ensure their happiness, that I just do not have time for people who hate peaches.


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