Friday, September 17, 2004
Out of Place
I have been here in Chicago for way over a year now. I have met a few good friends in the improv community that I have been working in, but I still haven't found that one friend. At every other point in my life, I have had at least one really close friend. You know, they are the friend you call just to go grab a burger or gripe about your day. They are the friend that would go to any concert with you, even if they don't know the band, cause they like your taste. They are the friend that knows your worst trait, and maybe finds it endearing. It is not that I don't like spending time alone, because I am an only child and love to be by myself. It is just that sometimes I pick up my phone to call my friend and find myself scrolling past names looking for someone. Sometimes I stop and realize that I don't know who I am looking for. Othertimes I look through the whole list and think about how some of those people used to be that one friend.
Its not all terribly sad, though. I do have some old friends that I keep in contact with. We try to support each other like we used to, but things change. The people you knew are mutated, changed, and different. It is no one's fault. My old friends often console the old me; they say words of support that are like stale bread. Like the pigeons in the park, I do not complain. I swoop in and gobble them up. Beggars cannot be choosers.
Its not all terribly sad, though. I do have some old friends that I keep in contact with. We try to support each other like we used to, but things change. The people you knew are mutated, changed, and different. It is no one's fault. My old friends often console the old me; they say words of support that are like stale bread. Like the pigeons in the park, I do not complain. I swoop in and gobble them up. Beggars cannot be choosers.
// posted by Justin @ 6:50 AM 
