This is my blog. It is a friend. Or maybe a cousin. Or a sister. But either way, a friend. One of those friends or relations you have known from childhood, maybe all your life.
The sort of friend who you don't have to explain things to, because she has been there too, and she understands. The sort of cousin who you can tell anything to, not because she won't judge, but because she will, and although you might hate what she says at the time, and get all defensive and grumpy, and maybe even a bit teary, you will know she is right and is only telling you because she cares. The sort of sister who is so much a part of your life and your furniture that your memories are her memories and you have both forgotten why or how she came to be there, but just that she is.
The sort of friend that sometimes you don't really like very much. Sometimes she embarrasses you. Sometimes you think she doesn't really represent the person you'd like to be, although, in your heart of hearts, you admit, if only to yourself, she represents the person you actually are. Sometimes you feel she makes you do, or say, things that you wish you hadn't done or said. Sometimes you feel you hide behind her, letting her take the lead, when you should have the courage to come out and say things out loud instead.
Sometimes you wish you could just walk away. That you could take back the admissions you've made to her; admissions you've made because talking to her is like talking to yourself. That you'd never met her in the first place. But you can't.
Because no matter how much she irritates, or embarrasses, or is not what you'd always want her to be, you'd miss her if she weren't there. And your life would be immeasurably poorer without her.
This post is, as posts often are on a Wednesday, for Tara's Gallery. Find out what everyone else thinks their blogs are like here.