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zalenaWent out with Linnet & her husband tonight. I had a good time, but I am exhausted, and ready to just crawl into bed and crash. Linnet and I have known each other since 8, and been friends since 15, with long breaks when she scammed one of my ex-boyfriends, and in college, when our lives were going different directions.
I couldn't even tell you why we're still friends: I like her, I enjoy spending time with her; but she is also one of those friends who is on a totally different path than me. She got married about 5 years ago, has a blooming career as an architect, talks about babies a lot. Most of her friends are trying to get pregnant. And here I am... still living my "rock 'n roll lifestyle," as she calls it.
Linnet is feminine and sweet. She has a mischievious streak, which is probably why we're still friends, but she has a way of making me feel comparatively huge and vulgar. I feel like an absolutely bawd when I'm around her, and I think she likes it. Sometimes I like it too. Perhaps one of the reasons we're still friends is not only has she seen a lot of my bad behavior (we partied together in high school, she would tempt fate, I would find trouble,) she still thinks of me as being kind of wild. I don't actually have to BEHAVE wildly for her to recognize it.
Maybe the strongest part of our bond is that we used to run with the same pack, and we still recognize that wildness in each other. She is quite domesticated now; and I've become even more lone than I ever dreamed I'd be in my adolescence; but we still bleed and dream near the full moon; we still want to go dancing by the lake in the darkness.
I couldn't even tell you why we're still friends: I like her, I enjoy spending time with her; but she is also one of those friends who is on a totally different path than me. She got married about 5 years ago, has a blooming career as an architect, talks about babies a lot. Most of her friends are trying to get pregnant. And here I am... still living my "rock 'n roll lifestyle," as she calls it.
Linnet is feminine and sweet. She has a mischievious streak, which is probably why we're still friends, but she has a way of making me feel comparatively huge and vulgar. I feel like an absolutely bawd when I'm around her, and I think she likes it. Sometimes I like it too. Perhaps one of the reasons we're still friends is not only has she seen a lot of my bad behavior (we partied together in high school, she would tempt fate, I would find trouble,) she still thinks of me as being kind of wild. I don't actually have to BEHAVE wildly for her to recognize it.
Maybe the strongest part of our bond is that we used to run with the same pack, and we still recognize that wildness in each other. She is quite domesticated now; and I've become even more lone than I ever dreamed I'd be in my adolescence; but we still bleed and dream near the full moon; we still want to go dancing by the lake in the darkness.
