four little girls

once upon a time there were four girls, charlotte, carrie, miranda and samantha and each had their own individual personalities. charlotte was the prim, proper, eternal optimist, carrie the fun-loving, adventurous one, miranda, the smart, cynical one and samantha, the carefree, independent one. and yet as different as each one of them were to each other, they all clicked and got on like houses on fire. they all knew that they wouldn't be able to live without the others. they were friends for life.

question of the night..."why are we friends with certain people?"

we meet and greet all sorts of people everyday of our lives, and perhaps if it wasn't the excuse of being a work buddy or what not we wouldn't really hang out with them or anything. so then what is special about the people that we choose to classify as "friends"? what makes us wanna continously hang out, tell our deepest darkest secrets to, essentially share our lives with people who we count as friends.

ask me why i maintain the effort into keeping our tradition of saturday nights out alive and i would reply back with an incredibly sarcastic reply of "they're the only ones within a 15min drive" but the truth is it's a tradition i'm not willing to let die (that and Olga is actually now 33mins away...). and so after 4 years of catching up at least once a week, every week i've no doubt become incredibly close to Olga and Amu. 2 completely different people but yet 2 people i've clicked with. we've got the chemistry girls.

so what is about YOUR friends that make you keep them as friends? what about them makes you "get along with them"? don't ask me why i'm friends with olga and amu. i'm still figuring that one out. one eats me out of house and home. and the other one likes to call me a scrag (in her most affectionate voice mind you) and is dragging me deep down into the depths of hell with her.
why are we friends?