Like A Good Bra

Good friends are like good bras; you're comfortable, they don't drain your wallet, and they provide some much-needed support(and if you're lucky, they're also cute).

But I'm finding myself lacking in support from two of my dearest friends. The talking-in-the-group-chat-about-everything-all-the-time sort of friends. My best friend, Tony, and Daisy who rounds out our golden trio. As close and vital to me as my left and right hand. Or my left and right boobs, given the analogy.

I've been working myself up to starting my own business planning and coordinating events. Looking back at the times I've been stage managing or directing or even just in charge of multiple things, I've found that I really enjoy the work of taking many moving parts and forming them into a cohesive thing. Not everyone has the mind for it; you have to be able to think creatively and on your feet while also prioritizing what needs to be done and making sure that whatever event you're handling goes off with as few hitches as possible(because I don't believe in "without a hitch", there will always be hitches) and having knowledge about cakes and decorations and music and locales and everything else under the sun because shit, you never know.

(That run-on string of stuff was intentional, by the way.)

Anyway, it's something I enjoy and feel I will excel at. But every step of the way, Tony and Daisy haven't been helpful at all. I told them about my intentions, I didn't hear anything back. Not so much as a "Good luck!" Well, fine. I tell them I'm struggling with a name, and they came forth with nothing. Again, not even a "Good luck!" Now I've asked for feedback on possible business card designs(just because I like the way something looks doesn't mean it looks good, y'know?) and have gotten... you guessed it, not even a "Good luck!"

I feel like they give exactly zero fucks. I'm not sure why, either. Do they realize that once I'm up and running and successful that I would share the spoils? You would think they would care if for no other reason than self-interest.

Luckily, I do have friends that are being kind and supportive. Eileen(who is wonderful and supportive in all things always) and Alex. Even Dory is going the extra mile. I haven't revealed my plans to more people than that yet, so the percentages are on my side.

I guess I could focus more on the support I do have instead of whining about the support I don't. And I am grateful, eternally and entirely, but it's always the things missing that you feel the most. They still have two tickets on my train of success. They always will. But in the mean time, I just wish they'd help me pick a fucking business card.