Saturday, September 4, 2010
I hate it when I see old friends who are still awesome and fun and as wonderful as they’ve always been. I hate it, because I cannot for the life of me understand why I haven’t made more of an effort to see them. It means I’ve missed a lot too.
I should tell you, I was very lucky in high school – I had THEE best group of friends any recluse could dream up. An intelligent, strong and still girly group of girls, and a cool, fun and gentlemanly group of guys. There are obviously all the high school niggles thrown in there, but as people they were always amazing. And they still are. I know folks who had to deal with horrible bitches at school, or not really clicking with their peeps. It’s fine, ‘cause it’s gets you through it and then you can just quietly distance yourself. I know, unequivocally, that the people who I was close to in high school are still some of the most phenomenal people I know. Who I get along with like a house on fire. I haven’t seen a lot of them since we all went to our different Universities, and now new cities and new jobs. But when I see them now it’s like it hasn’t been a day. Which is a consolation. It’s a relief to know the lost time was more like a memory-lapse.
My Pretoria Pros and Cons list just got another positive tick. Happy Kimmeh!