"You are touchy feely," Rosa told me on the phone a moment ago.
I had called her to ask if I share too freely. I can rely on Rosa to be brutally honest and blunt.
"You are not like normal guys," Rosa furthered. "You share your feelings and your thoughts freely."
"I think it is my mental illness and my experiences with homelessness," I replied. "I feel life is too short to not share your feelings."
"I find it endearing of you. We would have never become friends if you weren't that way."
"Thanks," I said.
"You going to AA tonight?" Rosa asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "Tonight is the Big Book study so I won't have to share or speak. I can just sit there and listen to those CDs."
"You wear your heart on your sleeve most of the time, and yet you struggle with social anxiety."
"I know," I said. "It's a strange combination, isn't it?"
"You just keep being you and things are going to be just fine," Rosa said. "I love you just the way you are."
I hung up the phone with a smile feeling much better. I think it is also odd that I, as a guy, have a best friend that is an older woman. I guess I am just an eclectic bag of oddballs. Life certainly has been interesting these past few years.