My sister came by tonight to watch short stuff while I went to a rehearsal. Short and sweet. We rehearsed for a fundraiser performance tomorrow night. One of those white collar eat and mingle events. Sometimes the people are so stuffy I don't like these things, but sometimes the food is pretty good. We'll see.
The conductor, I have determined is gay. He's still easy on the eyes, but he highlighed his hair in a funny way and... he ran , actually ran (... moved his legs quickly) a few steps in the rehearsal room and it made me laugh. He swaggers. He, he, he. That and his male counterpart on the last concert may have pushed that thought a little farther. I am not judging him at all, but the conclusion ( however correct or incorrect it is) makes me smile and say damn at the same time.
Anyway, the point of the story. My sis and I were talking about friends. She so misses hers from home, although one now lives in Texas. Some of them are coming out to visit in July and she is very excited for that. I too miss my friends from home, but not as much. My hometown friends and I have history, but we have such different perspectives on things, and seem to want different things and be heading different ways. I can't really say it well. I like their company very much, but they are all settled into their family thing ( which is great) and seem to be content with where they are socially or physically. We meet and we talk about what's going on, our kids, our jobs, our kids, etc. And then the well runs dry. There's nothing more to say. That's not true for all, but most. They are great, but we are not close. Maybe that's what comes with distance, but I kinda remember it being that way when I lived there too.
Here I have met a few wonderful people. They enjoy life. They talk, ya know, "talk" about stuff - ambition, feelings, hope, disappointment, family. Not all the time, but enough. And they share their "shit" too. They share their weaknesses, strengths, thoughts. I have one - two friends on the east coast who I miss dearly, but I have been fortunate enough to find a few very special people here. A few who I am close with, and a few who I just work with, but I see that they are quality people too. Don't misunderstand, there are a fair share of assholes here too, but a lot of good people.
My sister misses her friends. Denver may reap a different kind of person than here. I think I know other people who feel that way too. Perhaps there is a differentiation when people like to be alone
- People who are alone because they feel they have to be - no friends around
- People who choose to be alone, but know that their are friends around if they don't want to be
I understand that. I know that if my sister ever leaves, that will be the biggest test of my friends here. They will still be my friends if they fail that test, but that test may determine a part of my life. I will feel alone when she leaves. I know that. She is my best friend. But if my friends here can listen to me cry, hug me, talk with and distract me, then I will know that I am not alone. I just need to be sure that I am ready to provide for them when they need too.
I once read that one of the keys to a happy life is surrounding yourself with good people. I think most people are good on some level. But I know I prefer some over others. I hope to find many good people during my life. And I hope that I will become one too. :-)
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