Bastardly Friend I Am
The lost step-child of friendship--that's me. I've had two old friends (I am talking pre-high school) call me in the last month. And have I called back? Nooooo. I am the bastard friend. The one who gets too wrapped up in her own begrudgingly normal life. Too absorbed in my day-to-day rituals to return a phone call. R and S... really I am sorry. Not that you read my blog (but maybe you do).
These two are of my longest standing friends--along with two others (one that I have known a good 5 years longer and the other a few years shorter)--that I can safely call my inner circle. Not that a suburban mom has an inner circle (if a circle at all). But these girlfriends are what they are. The ones I call when my life is falling apart or when things are happening so quickly I haven't taken a breath. Oh. And the friends that give it to me straight. Tell me with no-bullshit what I need to do to make myself a better person. Or to be the better person. And pretty much-- I owe them for being the person I am today.
If I didn't have these girls around when I entered high school (or survived it)--I too could now be the drunken chic on a bar stool at home still living with her parents. And--amazingly enough--so could have they. But all of us no longer live within 50 miles of our home town. All have educations. And all have family income that provides us the means to live comfortably. Amazing huh?
But I am in a dire need of a friendship workshop. Brush up on my letter/e-mail writing skills, purchase some cute little postcards, learn how to dial a phone number--all that--cause I have been drifting into my own little familiar world of wake up, eat, take care of family, work, take care of family, sleep cycle as of late. Not that we talked daily--me and these friends. We didn't. More likely a monthly or bimonthly chat. But now--I am the lazy wheel.
They deserve better. And hell, so do I. Losing my girlfriend chats makes me cranky.
These two are of my longest standing friends--along with two others (one that I have known a good 5 years longer and the other a few years shorter)--that I can safely call my inner circle. Not that a suburban mom has an inner circle (if a circle at all). But these girlfriends are what they are. The ones I call when my life is falling apart or when things are happening so quickly I haven't taken a breath. Oh. And the friends that give it to me straight. Tell me with no-bullshit what I need to do to make myself a better person. Or to be the better person. And pretty much-- I owe them for being the person I am today.
If I didn't have these girls around when I entered high school (or survived it)--I too could now be the drunken chic on a bar stool at home still living with her parents. And--amazingly enough--so could have they. But all of us no longer live within 50 miles of our home town. All have educations. And all have family income that provides us the means to live comfortably. Amazing huh?
But I am in a dire need of a friendship workshop. Brush up on my letter/e-mail writing skills, purchase some cute little postcards, learn how to dial a phone number--all that--cause I have been drifting into my own little familiar world of wake up, eat, take care of family, work, take care of family, sleep cycle as of late. Not that we talked daily--me and these friends. We didn't. More likely a monthly or bimonthly chat. But now--I am the lazy wheel.
They deserve better. And hell, so do I. Losing my girlfriend chats makes me cranky.
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