Almost everyone is screwed up. broken, clingy, scared, and yet designed for joy. Even (or especially) people who seem to have it more or less together are more like the rest of us than you would believe. I try not to compare my insides to their outsides because this makes me much worse than I already am, and if I get to know them, they turn out to have plenty of irritability and shadow of their own. Besides, those few people who aren’t a mess are probably good for about twenty minutes of dinner conversation. Anne Lamott, Almost Everything).
My favorite friends are those I can “submarine” with, which is to go deep fast, sometimes this happens when we first meet for coffee, lunch or dinner. While I appreciate personal boundaries and don’t really enjoy being dumped on with all their problems, messes and drama when first getting to know someone, I do appreciate someone being honest and open about the good in their life and their challenges and vulnerabilities. That seems like a real person and a real conversation. I don’t think anyone wants to hear any kind of boasting about how perfect someone’s life is, or maybe they do and it’s just me. I far prefer imperfect people, just a bit on the sassy, witty and irreverent side. I much prefer, however, that they are also kind, compassionate, with a strong sense of social justice.
