Echoes.

Soul Mates.
I wonder where the idea came from – this notion that two people are absolutely MEANT for each other because ‘it feels so right’ and ‘feels like I’ve known him/her forever…’

Don’t get me wrong, I believe in soul mates.
But, on a much more boring basis.
Simply put, I believe there are people I’m supposed to meet in my lifetime.
Both good and bad.
You can’t learn lessons without a kick in the ass, nor have faith in people without a hand up once you’ve fallen.

You can’t learn forgiveness, can’t learn empathy, can’t learn to knit…

Oh.
Well.
You get the idea.

But.  The best kind of soul mates are the friends that get your morbid sense of humor.
And add to it.
The people that get so mad they could Cuba.
And the people that run through the prop stores testing out clown shoes with you.
And the people that… well, this concerns one person today… that absolutely know where that line in the sand is and cross it just to see what will happen.

The person that threatens to buy you sugar-free, gluten-free, broccoli flavored protein panties for your lingerie shower.

The person that wants to play “Pin the dick on Nick” at your wedding shower.

The person that wants to make a ‘beating the bride’ pinata for your future spouse.

I’m actually a little curious about the pinata… hopefully he’d laugh the inappropriate laugh that I do at the idea.

Hmm.
I wonder if there is an appropriate way to do that when I’m around?
Probably not.

Regardless.
This has given someone I know great incentive to open her own event planning business…
That caters to people like me.

I could be the partner in crime.
I wouldn’t be able to contribute to the GREAT ideas, but I’m great at execution.

Hmm.
I shall have to think on this more…