You know that you can call yourself a friend of mine if I have:
If I have succeeded in dragging you to something like Pilates class- as I did last week with my dear friend Nate- then you are a true blue friend. Or a real sap.
Nate actually did pretty well in Pilates. I was watching him out of the corner of my eye during ‘teaser’ and I’m pretty mad- I was expecting more comedy. Laughter + teaser is an amazing abdominal challenge. I think the real friend test is ‘who is willing to flail about for my general enjoyment as I try to do crunches?‘ Any takers?
I could argue that I just want to share the things that make me happy but it’s also possible that I’m just trying to morph everyone into an extension of myself and to like what I like. I maintain that pilates is good for everyone to get a taste of- my cooking, not so much. Of course, the truest sign that I love you is if there exists a picture of us where I’m making a total stink face in your general direction.