Where before you could simply call your best friends the girls who lent you lipstick and entered in unspoken agreements of round buying, circle dancing and outfit criticism, now friends become people who challenge you, trust you, confide in you but not to an extent of compulsive therapeutic helpless phoning, and it becomes so much more of a she’s my best friend I hate her situation. It is a fine line between tedious and lonely you wish you flirted with- realistically it is more of a thresholded reaction, pushing in and out of grey. Maybe someday it will become all those words of montmartre, stimulating, provoking, exciting, as we slowing categorize ourselves through the wondrous filtration known as education, job market, career, the people surrounding us becoming more like mirrors allowing us to continue to kiss ourselves.