Sometimes the realness surprises you at the most inopportune, uncomfortable times when you'd rather not look your own shit in the face..
The times when you're ready to parade the story out and believe your own bullshit about how things really are.
I've dealt with this shit. I'm over it. I totally know what I'm doing....
And then that real friend shows up and is right there in the middle of the storm. Perhaps being scooped into the ice cream cone, himself. Taking the brunt of the ice cream shit show. Feeling the all powerful anger and whatnot and don't fuck with me edge....
And he just shows up. Takes the words and responds to them even if they don't fully make sense. As if to say it's ok....
Often, he doesn't actually use any words. Just shows up with the joke and the half hearted smirk that makes you catch a glimpse of your own bullshit.
Totally over my ex, you say.
You don't even really get how much he actually sees through the bullshit smokescreen that you happen to believe about the story you tell yourself everyday until he is there dealing with the windmills and cardboard head gear like Sancho Panzes.
