A rant about friendship:
I am autistic, and so is my best friend. What we both think a friend is is someone you can share your world with without the fear of harsh judgment. There is judgment, but like "explain this to me" or teasing judgment. We like the same people often times, at one point we had a crush on the same person overlapping with each other, and now I'm dating one of her old crushes. We are opposites yet the same, and that is part of how we work. we could go months without talking to each other and then hangout and be like "Hey, I heard this and this about you, who do I need to murder and then we can go for a walk, Deal? deal." we don't treat each other how we want to be treated, that's not how we work. We treat each other as we know each other should be or need to be treated. We don't treat each other the same. Sometimes she'll whack me if I'm out of line, and when she is, I cut her off when she talks until she fixes it. This just works for us. We found out recently that all of her traits that were odd and associated with ocd were actually autistic, and then I found out my mom was also autistic. I am like both of them, so I took a test. i am autistic and friendship is weird. It should mean everything and be everything you need while still being perfectly in that zone of "this is heaven" and "this is hell" simultaneously. It's different for so many people, depending on how you function. That is friendship.
