Not fighting

I was recently arguing via text message with my friend Jeni.

We argue in real life, too, but when we’re apart, texting is a great way to annoy each other.

Jeni is a storyteller who teaches alongside me in my workshops from time to time. During a week-long workshop at a yoga center, one of our students once asked, “Are you guys okay?”

Apparently, our incessant arguing made some of the people in the workshop think that we were really angry with each other.

We were fine, of course. We just see the world differently sometimes, and to Jeni’s credit, she’s never afraid to go to war with me.

Our aforementioned recent argument via text message is basically this:

Matt: You can do more than you think! You’re more capable than you believe! Onward!

Jeni: Everyone is talented in different ways, dummy. I’m doing an amazing job being me. Stop selfishly assuming that everyone is just like you.

We went back and forth on this topic for a while, but then Jeni ended the conversation in a way that I think is perfectly emblematic of our friendship:

“You’re crazy. Bye.”

Three words that say so much.

I’m lucky to have a friend like Jeni. Most of the time.