OP has lodged a complaint. Apparently, I don't write about him enough. So here, I offer you, my readers, an insight into one of my best friendships, with a "Praise and Profile" of OP.
OP and I met way back in June, during Orientation for our teaching program. He is also in the English cohort, and he is a fellow grammar-tyrant. We like to fix each other's (and everyone else's, but more quietly, so they don't have to hear us) grammar and discuss the proper usage of a semicolon. We also both enjoy procrastinating, stressing out, and trying to be perfect even though it's impossible. Sometimes we even feed off each other's procrastination and/or perfectionism, which is usually not good.
OP stands for "Ostrich Poo," because that's what people used to call him when he was a kid (it sounds kind of like his last name). His single greatest tactical error was ever telling me that fact, because I've never let him forget it since. Come on, y'all are with me on this, right? Ostrich Poo is just too funny to pass up. Say it out loud - "Ostrich Poo." I'm laughing just thinking about it.
Unfortunately, a while back, OP got sad that I laugh at him for his funny, funny name. So then I got sad and stopped calling him that. He claims he wants me to start it up again, because he secretly likes it when I call him Ostrich Poo, but I'm not sure if I should believe him. I don't call him Ostrich Poo much these days. Now, it's more common to hear me saying, "Pookie!" which I think bugs him even more than Ostrich Poo.
OP is like a brother to me. I'm not sure if he's more like a little brother or a big brother. Sometimes he's very protective of me, and he cares for me and gives me big bear hugs when I'm sad, and at those times, he's like a big brother. But other times, he's acting so immature, and I have to lecture him about his behavior and get him back to a modicum of normalcy, and then he's more like a little brother. Maybe we're like twins.
Charcoal - OP's girlfriend - can vouch for our sibling relationship. I don't just mean we're close friends, so I'll claim we're like siblings. I mean if you keep us in a car together for too long, you'll find yourself yelling, "Don't make me turn this car around, because I will!" He's been known to poke his finger next to my face yelling "I'm not touching you!" over and over again until I scream to Charcoal to make him stop. I've been known to punch him in the arm repeatedly when he says or does something I don't like, until he is willing to take it back. And just yesterday, he dragged me down to the floor to tickle me until I cried, while I fought back as hard as I could.
See, now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this is that friendly, harmlessly-flirtatious tickling, but you're wrong. This is the knock-down, drag-out, fight-to-the-death tickling, where he applies all his weight to keep me down, and I strategically aim my kicks at his genital region, so as to inflict the most damage. Eventually, I moved to aiming my teeth at his hand, whereupon he shouted, "She's trying to bite me!" to Charcoal, as if she would help him (because she's obviously on my side). What finally won me the fight was digging my nails into his fingers until he promised to let go. Then I released and he promptly started tickling me again, because he's a dirty, rotten cheat and liar.
He is also, as you can see from the pictures, a great fan of picking people up and spinning them around, just to prove he can. No matter how many times you tell him this is silly behavior that has no place in the workplace, he'll just keeping fooling you into getting tossed over his shoulder and spun around until you think you just might puke. Then he puts you down real suddenly so that you fall over. Good times.
But in all seriousness, I love OP to death. He's a friend near and dear to my heart, and I'm so grateful to have met him this year. We've had lots of good conversations, lots of fun hangings outs (yes, hangings outs), and even some good study sessions. I hope we stay friends for a long, long time, because as I get older and more senile, I will need someone there to correct my faltering grammar.
So here's what I'm thinking: This whole "Praise and Profile" thing? Maybe it'll become a regular segment of the blog. Biweekly maybe. What do you think?
And here's the other thing I was thinking: What friends do you love a lot? I challenge you all to do a "Praise and Profile" of your own. It can be anyone at all - just someone you think deserves some bloggy limelight for a while. And make sure to leave a link to your post in the comments, so I can read all about these wonderful people!
(I estimate only three people will actually do this. Anyone else want to take a guess?)