Ever wonder...

...why your friends remain your friends,
how come people hold on to you and work to keep you in their lives,
what space you fill?




I think about the flip side quite a bit. I know exactly why I've gone years without letting some friends silently forget themselves out of my life—despite long distances, despite infrequent/nonexistent communication, despite the fact that we have occasionally annoyed the shit out of each other consistently over the years, despite how much work it is sometimes to catch up, despite marriages and babies that get in the way of our friendship, and no matter how much we each change over time.

I also have put myself through the torture chambers and have thought a lot about the ex-friends who did let me go. Then, I realized, I got better shit to do than dwell on them. Sometimes, you fulfill a need, and your job is done.


So...


I wonder about folks who are still around. What's their story? What's their story of us? It's not like there is a shortage of ambiguously ethnic, annoyingly independent, smart-mouthed women who think way too much in this town.