From the Archives: Friendships

I walked down Pickney St. with a bottle of Perrier in one hand and my cell phone in the other. I always find myself scrolling through my cell phone, looking for people to call. Then I realize that I don’t want to call anyone. And even if my phone did ring, I probably wouldn’t answer.

I shuffled along with my head down, deep in thought about the list of people in my little cell phone. I’m  no longer in touch with many of these people. How and why?  Because I’ve moved away? Because we don’t have anything in common anymore? Because marathon catch-ups over the phone are tedious and trying?

It’s so depressing. I wish that life held retained the youthful innocence where you not only believed we’d all be friends forever, but it might actually happen. What happened to that? Why can’t we invest in making our friendships last through sickness and health, for better or worse? I just don’t understand it. People can’t forgive. Come to think of it, neither do I. I’m going to forgive more. And be more patient. And make more phone calls.



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