They are fierce. They speak up and use their voice. They yell out and laugh from their core. They smile widely and don't care about wrinkles because they know they're built from hours of laughter and tears. They carve their name into your table, ya know? Making it a point to leave a mark. The kind that you don't get to choose to be friends with...oh no, they get to choose if YOU get to be their friend.
They build longer tables...not higher walls. They take chances, dare and try to get into a little bit of trouble...even though they can be afraid of it sometimes. Courageous and drawing...the Wendy Peffercorn to the Smalls of the world. Hmmm...or is it the Smalls to the Wendy Peffercorns of the world? They choose what moves them today and can throw it out the window tomorrow. Hahaha...just like that...I like that.
Attached only to the things that are deemed quality and meet the criteria of function over form. The ones raised by wolves. Hardened and sharpened, ball cap or evening gown. Fierce and a fighter...poet and a warrior...the kind not afraid to break a beer bottle when needed and then help you clean up the dried blood on your cheek. That's my people.
They see passion. They sing it and paint the world in its color and demand that you do the same. Let's be real, though- it's not easy to be around them...for all the right reasons...and the wrong reasons. So, be careful...because the moment you see one in the wild...really meet one or even share a decent nod with...nothing makes sense.
But hey...don't worry! I got you. See, here's the catch...meeting them doesn't really mess you up. You're safe and you'll be fine.
So, no worries...let me just tell you what happens.
See, what REALLY messes you up is the moment they lock you in...that's the moment life changes...that's when they laugh at your safe space and raise a middle finger.
They'll reach into your chest...full power...pull out your heart, throw it over the fence as far as they possibly can...look you right in the eye and tell your body and mind..."now, go get it."
Fuck.
That part messes you up... in... all... the... right... ways.
Do you know one of these? Are you one of these?
Go fetch.