However, my friends are my REAL family. I have friends that know a whole lot more than my parents do and my best friend, well...yeah, she knows it all, and still loves me. I have a handful of friends that I really let in. They're the ones I can be completely honest with, can dish the crap out to about what I REALLY think and the ones I want to call when I've had a great day.
Don't get me wrong...I have a plethora of friends outside of those few who I can call at anytime to hang out, but it's a different kind of friendship. As one personality test defined me, I'm a WOOer. That means Winning Others Over. It went on to define a WOOer as someone who walks into a room and doesn't see strangers, but sees friends they haven't met. Yep, that's me.

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My friends are my family too. You don't get to choose who you are related to, but you can choose your friends. I find honesty is an easier pill to swallow when they toss it down my throat. I know, because I choose them, that they truly only have my best interest at heart.
I am not always convinced of that with my family.
The friends are the once with the best stories to tell once we are gone.
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