birds of the same peculiar feather

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It is a source of consolation to know that true friendships exist.  Friendships which are effortless and comforting.  The past few days led me to reminisce about my younger years and how I have many acquaintances, but quite few close friends.  I met my best friend (mentioned in this post) in high school during a summer class before our freshman year. We both came from Italian-based co-educational schools and were transferred by our parents to this French, Catholic all-girls high school that was once informally dubbed as a finishing school/ convent school. There were two other girls whom I had met previously from inter-school oratorical contests who entered the same high school--the four of us initially hung out then our recess/lunch group grew with the addition of a few other girls.

I fondly remember how we always looked forward to finishing exams, because that meant we could leave school early and walk to this mall where we would shop for pens and stationery then proceed to have our photo booth sticker pictures made. Interestingly, even though we were friends--we joined different extracurricular clubs and pursued our interests.  We didn't have rules and no one forced anyone else to do anything.  We didn't even go to each other's houses on weekends.  Looking back, I realized that it was precisely that inherent respect for each other's individuality (and we were all strange sorts, to be honest) that made our friendship work. It wasn't about wearing similar clothes or having a set schedule to do a specific thing--and that surely works for many other friendships--it was simply the appreciation of companionship.  

I am still in touch with my friends through social media. Thank heavens for social media. 

Indeed, birds of the same feather flock together---or as my husband would jokingly state, birds of the same feather are the same bird.