[My Best Friend]

[My Best Friend]

   4:45 PM       Laura

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""Interesting note here.... I have never made friends so fast in my life... with the exception of stephen... with stephen, I was in the library in the high school, surfing the web, when I heard a comment that dissed Star Trek.  I turned around to tell them off, and realized the comment wasn't directed at me, but at this other guy at another computer looking at star trek stuff.  He started defending star trek, and then I joined in . (this was 10th grade)  after wards... we started meeting in the library during lunch and we became really good friends.  Socorro I met a couple weeks after, when I decided to take a bus home with stephen, and I walked with socorro... (stephen and socorro were good friends)  I couldn't pronounce the rr in her name real well, so I tried to call her so.  (we made fun of stephen, and discussed what he'd look like in a tux, and in a swim suit.)  sorry stephen... you are just really tall.  "


Socorro Iliana Hyacinthe Fields Smith.  This is my Best Friend. You know those security questions...  "What is your dad's middle name?" "What was your first dog's name?" I always selected "Who is your best friend?" With Socorro as the answer.   Until it became too easy, and people figured out how to hack into my accounts. ^_^ I met her my sophomore year in high school, but I don't think we became best friends till Freshman Year in college.  We were in the same group of friends, and we did stuff outside of high school, and we were on ballroom team together, but we didn't get as close as we are now until, well, Karl came along.






I remember doing the whole Settlers of Zarahemla thing with Andrew several times... and I joined Stephen and Socorro on debate trips.. (remember that one time I got roped into doing debate... "Don't go into Kumer's room, you'll come out with an assignment!!!") I even remember watching her perform on ballroom my junior year, only to arrive home to a surprise birthday party that she had helped plan.

"I'm not punchy, cause i didn't drink the punch!"

We went to do the BYU education week and took the ballroom classes together...  Then both ended back up on ballroom team senior year.

 Shortly after I moved into the dorms, I invited her over for a sleepover.  I'm trying to make new friends and do the things that other people do, plus, I had an extra bed. Why not?  I called her up, and invited her over to do the sleepover.

She came, and at the time, I had been talking to Karl via the webcam for about a month now.  I introduced them when he called that night, and I remember him saying he thought that Socorro was a Boy's name.

Well I finished the semester out...  staying kind of in contact with her, but was concentrating on Karl.  I found out that Karl was actually, of all randomness, going to be in my ward at DT.  WEIRD!.  So, on the day that Karl came out, I met up with him, we went to the BYU bookstore, and who do we run into... Socorro! Who..well, Also, happened to be in my ward.  Randomly enough all 3 of us scored to be in the same ward, and I think there were probably 8 wards at DT...  The were introduced, and that was the beginning of the end for my semi-relationship I was in with Karl. (If you could even call it that.)

It was me and Karl, and Socorro for a little while there, and soon it became the 3 musketeers... until the day that Karl admitted that he liked Socorro.  I remember nights where she and I would sit and cry in my room, because, well, we were fighting over a boy, but we were too close as friends to hate each other for it.  There was nothing I could do...  Karl wanted Socorro...  And I actually kind of started dating Karl's friend Blake.  (THAT's a whole other story)

"I'm in atlanta, and there's a whole bunch of black people here!"

So.. There we were, it was now Karl and Socorro, and... me.  But that didn't stop them from including me in everything.   Socorro ended up becoming my visiting teacher, and she lived the floor above me. I'd get home from class, run down the hall and up the stairs to Socorro's room.  We'd all meet for lunch and dinner in the Morris center, and we'd go watch movies together... (Karl ended up with a car)

For a while there, my response for why I do things, was that "I was the queen of the universe."  I went up to her room one day to see how she was doing, only to see on her computer, a group on facebook called "underground resistance to remove Laura from power."  My own best friend!

Socorro, is very talented...  She gets 4.0, she does ballet, she's amazingly beautiful, and for the longest time, she wanted to be a nurse.  I remember taking anatomy with her Winter of 07, and falling behind while she was happy and at home with the dead people. She had the longest hair ever!  Socorro is also native american. She and her family travel the world to perform dances.  Probably one of the hardest times ever was when she disappeared for Christmas break in the dorms, to Europe for 2 weeks.  I remember running down the hallways in 5th floor U hall shouting for joy because Socorro came home the next day.

Cow's don't scream moo... but i guess if they screamed anything, it'd be moo...

I also remember, haha, going up to her room at 2 am because she was working on a paper, and me telling her I would help her with it, and then crawling into her bed and falling asleep there.

There was a point in time, where she was fainting... probably 10-15 times a week.  We would all be hanging out and she would fall over.  One time we were all at the waterfall by DT and Blake started singing and she collapsed, and it was attributed to Blake.  There was actually a time when we ended up getting karl out of my apartment late, and an RA saw us, and we were going to get in trouble,  (Socorro had fainted and had woken up moments before) And in trying to explain this to the RA, she fainted again, making the RA call 911.

Socorro is aware of my many problems, my "I'm going to Hell"  secrets, and my other secrets. She knows all my flaws, and yet, still chooses to remain my friend.  One of the things that no one seems to give her enough credit for, is being right.  Before every relationship, she'd say, "this isn't right.. he's no good for you" and sure enough he wasn't.. but did I listen to her? no.  Half the things I did, she usually told me not to, and I never listened and usually my life was much more miserable than if I had listened.

Shortly after the school year ended, Karl ended up going back home to prep for a mission.  Socorro went into depression mode.  She had moved back home, and I had moved back home.  And we were having trouble hanging out, and Karl was gone...  It was just a miserable time for all 3 of us.  I ended up flying her out to Michigan to visit Karl within a month after he left.  We spent a week there.   I just, couldn't afford to see her so miserable anymore.


Apparently, upon leaving, she was engaged....  which began her year long engagement.   I ended up getting a job full time, and I moved down to Branbury, and this caused problems with hanging out with her.  (Around this time, was the time that Danny was hitting on her, and so this is how I met Danny :)  )


In March of the next year, I flew her out to see Karl again, this time in Chicago.  We spent another week there.  Due to complications of the mission, Karl didn't go, but was stuck out in Chicago until well, the wedding, which was tentatively set for August.  The world seemed out to get her, and there was nothing I could do.  Everyone seemed so against her getting married to Karl.

lol. She had Karl's old car, which was overheating, so, I'd get phone calls late at night with her telling me that the car was over heating and she needed someone to talk to while it cooled down.

I spent a year, watching my best friend miserable. She was engaged for a year, and out of that year, she got to see her fiancee for 2 weeks.  And I'm having difficulty waiting a month... sheesh.

Karl got out here in July, a month before the wedding, and suddenly, things got even more rough.  There were problems finding a place to stay, plus a wedding was being planned.  Ugh, it was a nightmare... but the wedding went as planned..  I was probably one of the ones who cried the hardest at the wedding, due to the fact that I was well aware of the sheer trouble and tribulation and trial she went through to get this far.  It wasn't over...  We're led to believe that she has Fibromyalgia.

"Fibromyalgia is a common condition characterized by long-term, body-wide pain and tender points in joints, muscles, tendons, and other soft tissues."  

This makes it difficult to dance anymore, have kids, or even live a basic lifestyle just because she is in so much pain all the time.  She gave me the analogy, you have a bunch of spoons, a limited amount.  Say, 16.  Each time you do something, you use a spoon, but one you run out, you run out.  For her, it may take 8 spoons just for her morning routine to get out of bed, take a shower and eat breakfast.  Everything needs to be taken into account.  Everything you do naturally, like wake up and get out of bed, for someone with FM, is actually open your eyes, move the blanket, sit up, put the feet on the floor, and stand up.

Shortly after my break up with Cory, during a time of anxiety, and sedatives and depression, I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping, and She took me in.  She got me a pass to park at her apartment, and I stayed the night there multiple times, and she took care of me, much like I did when she was depressed.  She instead did much more mentally.  She prevented me from getting online, she prevented me from thinking about things that I shouldn't have been. She took my phone.  I over reacted, I was paranoid. I had panic attack after panic attack for which she sat next to me as I worked my way through them and she held my hand. She forced me to eat.  I hid at her place... told everyone I was hiding, and in all honesty, they knew I was with her.

If anyone were to ask, "who is your best friend" It would be Socorro Fields. Now, Socorro Smith. We've been through alot.  And even though I don't see her every day, or talk to her every day, she's still the first person I go to when I'm crying, losing my sanity, or need someone dry to help me keep a grip on reality.  (half the time, her phone's on silent...but still...) Out of every time I've been depressed or hurt, she's been there to pick me up, amidst everything she has going on too.

And yes, she still got a 4.0 this year in school :)

  
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