I’m the typical Type A personality. I am a perfectionist, I'm competitive and I'm constantly stressed out. It gets overwhelmingly exhausting at times, but I’ve luckily found my balance through my best friend. She’s the typical Type B personality. She's laid back, relaxed and patient. I’ve come to the realization that every Type A needs a Type B to complete them. Every Brooke Davis needs a Peyton Sawyer. Every Blair Waldorf needs a Serena van der Woodsen.

Most people prefer to be around a Type B, because they’re typically the “cool” ones. They are a lot more chill than the typical Type A. Nobody ever wants to sit down and talk to a Type A about anything, really, because all the typical Type A does is get more stressed out the more anyone talks to them. It takes a special Type B friend to listen to and appreciate a Type A.

It was always my Type B friend that took care of me in times of need. It’s the ones like my Type B best friend that benefit in life because they're the nurturers. They’re peaceful to be around; and as a Type A, I feel comforted when I'm around them. I’ve never met anyone so gentle and caring as my best friend. Yes, plenty of my friends are also Type A. But most of the time when I need to vent, I call up my Type B. She’s my person. I know I can sit down, talk for hours and be thoroughly listened to. I can be given an honest perspective. When I’m with my Type B, I wonder how she maintains her constant calmness and composure. Type Bs really are a mystery to me. Do they not stress out about anything? Why don’t they ever seem to be worried about the future? Things commonly said to my Type B include: “Would you be freaking out if you were me? Am I going to die? Are you sure I’m OK? Do you agree with me? What are the plans again?”

I think Type As everywhere can agree with me here - we don’t know a life without constant stress. Type As feel like something is wrong in life unless there is something tostress about. It can be hard to plan something with a Type B, because they tend to go with the flow instead of planning out every single detail of every day in their heads. What a life. I can’t imagine living a relaxed life, and I can’t recall the last time I was ever called “chill.” My Type B doesn’t care that I may not have it all together (at all, ever) even when I pretend I do. My Type B appreciates who I am, and knows when to listen and when to talk (usually listen). I'm a firm believer that anyone as high-strung as me requires a relaxed, calm friend to balance them out. If I didn’t have my Type B, I’m positive I would drive myself crazy (more than I already do).

Thank you for being on my speed dial Type B, and thank you for never giving up on me.