The show "Friends" ended in 2004, making me just old enough to have a few memories of my parents watching it. I remember falling asleep to the late night Nick at Nite reruns and since the show came onto Netflix in 2015 it has been on a constant replay through almost every down moment I have. Heck, I am even watching it as I write this. My best friend and I can quote the show line by line, it is safe to say we all have many of the characters' qualities considering our countless hours spent watching the show.
Like every other girl, both of us have always wanted to be the Rachel Green of our lives. My Pinterest board is filled with pictures from the show of her amazing style. I even went to the salon once and said "Give me the Rachel Green haircut please." Recently I have come to the realization that, though my intense efforts and denial, I am not the Rachel and will never be the Rachel. Rachel Green is almost perfect. I am not.
This brings me to the portion of who I am. I am the Monica and Phoebe of the friend group. I am the one who gets/gives a terrible haircut.
I'm the one who runs like this...
... and I would most definitely do something like this to apologize...
... and this is an actual example of me partaking in sports.
I want to marry my best friend, like Monica...
... and to live as passionately as Phoebe.
I try a little too hard to be casual...
... and cool.
All in all, I know Rachel is still amazing, and I will always have a part of me that wants to be her. I just think it's time I start embracing the more imperfect and crazy part of myself, because Monica and Phoebe are amazing too.
