Predictably Unpredictable (Part 2)
As I write this blog it had been nearly a week since I saw my former best friend. When I wrote my previous blog I spilled nearly everything. That blog was my way of venting at that point. There were more than enough people to talk to, but I find that writing often helps as well. Sometimes even better. Why a Predicably Unpredicable (Part 2)?. Because I felt like sharing what happened last Thursday when we had out little gathering. Just the three of us. Here’s the story of that day.
We agreed that I would come a bit later, because of the mere fact that I was invited a bit later at first, but it was actually because I couldn’t catch a bus sooner. So I said I’d be there around 1.30, while they would be there around 1PM. When I arrived one of them called me, the one who is now a really close friend. I didn’t ask why, because there could be multiple reasons. She wasn’t comfortable waiting alone, or just perhaps she already expected me to be there. She happened to call at the exact moment I got out of my bus and when I said Hi she saw me. So there was a quick hug and we went to town.
What did we do? To be honest, nothing much happened. We walked around, talked a lot. Mostly bringing back memories, because that was our shared factor at the moment. There was even a point where I was alone with her, and she genuinely asked how I was doing, how things were at home, how my parents were doing. And even though in some way it felt awkward answering those questions, I felt a little spark of friendship. You see, the reason why it was awkward for me was because at the moment she asked me I felt like our friendship had departed. But during our private chat we really seemed to connect again. I hope it’s a good thing, future will tell.
So, even though this blog is rather short compared to the other there is one other thing I want to share, something I talked about with someone as well. As I said above I felt at a certain point like our friendship wasn’t really gone, that there was a remainder left. Perhaps it’ll grow back, perhaps it won’t. There is just one thing that bothers me now. Now that she has seen us again, will it take another year for her to want to see us? Did she have her share of old friendship for now?
~ Storm J. Night
Currently listening to Siobhan Donaghy – 12 Bar Acid Blues
