Friends

I’ve realized that sometimes you just click with certain people.  This week my good friend came back to Austin for a short visit.  I had alot of fun hanging out with her and laughing (and crying).  She’s one of those people who I can be totally myself with and she still enjoys my company.  You know how some friendships are just hard to maintain?  It’s easy with her.  And sometimes you need that.

Wandering

So lately I’ve been wandering around the web, visiting many other blogs (and by the way, there are tons).  I really like them and I wonder how people have so much time on their hands and how they come up with such interesting stuff to talk about?  I’m just racking my brain trying to come up with something interesting that perhaps someone would want to read.

But then again, maybe this blog is for me.  And if you stumble upon it, then you might get to know me a little better.  I constantly have a million thoughts running around in my head it’s a wonder that I can’t write more than I do.

So I was clicking around, starting with the really cool blog of Beth C, and made my way to the blog of Modern Artifact and scanned down the line until I stopped on a post she (or he? but I’m guessing she) wrote about friends.  It reminded me of one of my friends.

I don’t get why when you are such good friends with someone and then you move away (or they do), why it has to end.  I mean, sure it changes, but shouldn’t you return their phone calls?  So I’ve not been the most diligent person in pursuing people, but I feel like I’m putting in all the effort here.  I almost feel like I did something wrong, but the only thing I can think of is that I’ve moved away–or maybe, even worse, she wasn’t ever the friend I thought she was.

Maybe I’m being selfish; I probably am, it’s my first instinct.  I guess I’m kinda pissed off and my feelings are a little hurt.  I just want to let it out.  Maybe I should just try again.  Maybe I should just be humble about it and think the best.  I suppose I’ve done the same before…have I?  I guess I would want someone to say so if I did.  Maybe I should just shrug it off and move on.  I don’t know.  So I’m writing about it…to see if it helps.