She's a maniac

MANIAC on the floor. And she's dancing like she's never danced before.

On a (not-so) unrelated note, it has been suggested (by my best friend) that I write a blog about my best friend. So, allow me to pre-warn you about how random/lesbian this could get.

Where to start? I suppose I ought to off with what she looks like. She's a volunteer ginger, with some of the best curly hair I've ever seen. I've always wanted curly hair so I do tend to judge peoples curls quite often. She's a TINY bit taller than me, but an entire TWO WEEKS younger. She's slim, but has bigger boobs than me, which is rather annoying. She's also got a really pretty face, the kind that always looks happy. Oh, and a great bum too.

Now that we've cleared up the fact that she is fit as fuck, allow me to move onto why I'm friends with this little lady.

The simple answer would be to say she is amazing, but that would be the understatement of a lifetime. She's one of those rare people who gets ridiculously silly at times, but still manages to be regarded as one of the more mature people in any group (except a group of OAPs). This means she pretty damn handy to have around if you're feeling about down in the dumps. She sits, and she listens, and she advises. And then she makes you laugh. And she's good at doing all that (except sitting, neither of us sit still very well). I assume a lot of it is down to her mad psychology skills (she's super smart!), but mostly I think it's because she has a genuine caring nature, which is something you don't come across often enough. AND she's "chronically hilarious".

Now, for those who don't know (or haven't guessed who I'm on about), her surname is Strong. In all honesty, I have never known anyone live up to their name in the way she does. She is a massive inspiration to me for the strength she shows at the most difficult of times. I'm not just talking about how she deals with her own problems though. I'm also talking about how she copes with other people in that time. She can be having the worst day, but if I so much as hint that something small may be wrong with me, she asks about it. Whether it's to distract herself from her own issues, I don't know. But the gesture always comes with a genuine kindness to it that makes you feel like you can talk to her, at anytime, about anything, and not have to feel guilty about sharing your problems.

Over the past few years, I've met people who know her 'life story' as it were, and they often say things like "I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me". Well, to put it blunt, she isn't you (okay, that line won't be true for ONE reader), she's herself, and she handles everything damn well. Recently, people have been asking me "what is she going to do?" and my answer is always "I don't know". But at the same time, I'm not worried for her in the slightest. I've seen her go through some tough times and handle them better than most adults. I know enough about her social circles to know she'll never be alone and in need of company. I know enough about her work ethic to realise she'll always be secure in whatever job she has.

There are a few people out there who I dare say would feel sorry for her, and I would be amongst them, but for different reasons. I never have to worry about her or pity her because I know she'll handle anything she has to deal with. The only reason I feel sorry for her, is because she's probably sat reading this thinking "silly Amy writing crazy things". She truly doesn't realise how much of an amazing and inspiring person she is, making her a prime example of how modesty can border stupidity.

In all honesty, if people aspired to be even half as decent a person as her, the world would be a much better place.

P.S. Just thought I'd dedicate this post to Dave and Veronica Strong, seen as she wouldn't be here/be so amazing without them. Thank you for raising the most amazing girl I know.