I just took my pencil and pad of paper and went out walking, and sat on the porch of the community center. I think it helps to find some time outside of time, in a place where the ordinary tug of events doesn’t pull at you. There’s a box in my closet full of the letters my friends wrote to me in old times. E-mail doesn’t hold a candle to that … those memories will always be there, waiting to be touched and held and lingered over, and there is a depth of experience in those words that takes much more time and space to express than most of us these days are willing to give.
Jul 29, 06:19AM PDT | 0 comments
Okay, so it wasn’t the same gift or the same friend, but I sent a gift to a friend, so I feel I’ve done this at least once. And that friend was in greater need of comfort. It’s nice to send good cheer.
Jul 06, 08:29PM PDT | 0 comments
The best friend of one of my oldest friends asked me out—we’d talked a lot at my friend’s birthday party, and seemed to hit it off really well. And we had nearly everything in common. We went out Friday, and seemed to have a nice time, but he hasn’t called or written yet (it’s Monday night), though I e-mailed to thank him right away. Maybe it’s premature to feel like I’m getting the brushoff, but surely four days is enough time to get back to someone. At 35, I’m too old to feel this way, but oh, how hard this business is, especially when you haven’t done it much before.
Jul 06, 08:24PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
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