I have not really tackled this in depth before and thought I would clarify my thoughts here for any readers that are curious. Might have to continue this post into another day, but will try to tackle as much as I can now.
PROBLEM #1: The word “like.”
Right off the bat I feel like I should clarify something: I’m using the word like to its full extent. Many will classify the two uses as a) affinity or “friendly” liking or b) infatuation or “more-than-friendly” liking. Just assume that my discussion here extends to all positive feelings I have about her.
In fact, looking forward, I will set a notation system for such positive feelings, as I feel it might be helpful to have a system for the future. Henceforth, I will use the following system:
1. The word “like” will be used for friendly feelings.
2. The word “*like*” with added asterisks (denoting an eyebrow wiggle) will be used for more-than-friendly feelings.
PROBLEM #2: My fractured brain.
Different parts of my brain like different things about Rose for different reasons. Instead of trying to explain all the different personalities’ opinions, I’ll save time by merely condensing myself, in writing, as a singular personality.
REASON #1: Relative reliability.
No one is 100% reliable. Fred and Victor come very close, with incredible promptness especially when I really need them, and I can hardly say that Rose is better than they at being around. However, I would describe that not as her fault but their strength. After all, my two best friends are just as loyal to me as I try to be to them.
Rose sits with me at lunch and dinner most days, and would probably sit with me at breakfast if I actually showed up (look, it’s not my fault really, it’s this whole being-a-teenager-and-not-wanting-to-wake-up thing.) That’s good. I like having someone around consistently and reliably, and she certainly falls into that category, unlike some of my less-close friends. I don’t have to worry about feeling lonely when people are always there!
REASON #2: Honesty.
Rare are those who try to express how they’re feeling and do it effectively, but Rose makes the attempt. She’s honest with how she feels, even if it’s a feeling that I won’t necessarily be happy with. I appreciate people like that. Conversations with her always feel like we’re working together, rather than against each other, and that’s relaxing rather than stress-inducing, like some conversations with my less-close friends. It just makes everything easier.
In addition to the base honesty-with-feelings, she also possesses a good amount of self-confidence, and doesn’t try to hide her inner nerd (which is good, because if I hadn’t found out that she liked Doctor Who we probably wouldn’t be friends!) This is another thing I like in people, when they are honest with themselves which gives them a very confident (e.g. cool) attitude. All in all, we have some great, interesting, nerdy conversations that just end up being lots and lots of fun.
The final note here is that she actually cares about my feelings. Some people say they care about your feelings and then never carry that through to any degree; Rose makes sure I’m feeling okay and actually listens when I’m not. This quality, which I think of as “truly caring,” is absolutely necessary in all the friends I have. Fred, Victor, and Jane are all truly caring, especially when it counts. It’s one of the most important qualities I look for in a friend, which I realize is basically what I just said but it’s so important that I’ll say it again. I do not like surrounding myself with people who pretend to care about me, I like surrounding myself with those who truly do. Rose honestly and deeply cares, and that might be one of my favorite things about her.
REASON #3: Looks.
Part of this is her fashion sense (great); part is her looks themselves (fantastic.) She has wonderful eyes and REALLY lovely hair and most of the time looks like a sprite that just drifted in from a forest somewhere. Sometimes I hug her to make sure she doesn’t blow away in the wind, because then I’d be out of a friend. Also, wind is an asshole, I hear it knocks houses over and stuff. So I can’t let Rose be taken by the wind!
Her smile is marvelous, so I always try to make her laugh. Isn’t usually hard unless she’s feeling down. Then I try harder.
She’s also tiny, which makes for good hugging. Can’t let that wind get her.
This post is getting odder and odder as I descend into the black depths of the early morning, so I’m going to cut it off here. Note: reasons are arranged in no particular order and should really be looked at together as one cohesive thought because Rose is cohesively awesome.
As always, thanks for reading!
P.S. If anyone wants me to stop these long posts, shush because I AM TALKING! (Yes that was a Doctor Who reference because OH MY GOD ONE WEEK AND 16 HOURS!!!)