I'm sure you've heard by now that blue is the new black, forty is the new thirty and they're lying through their teeth when they say that last thing. Also, imaginary childhood friends (you know you had one) have been replaced with online friends. They're the same in that no one ever really sees them, but you talk to them, you play with them, your other friends and family think you're just this side of a restraining jacket and you're a lot older than you were when you first had friends you never saw. Sure they're real you might say in that mocking tone you have . Well stop that. Save your mocking for later on when I tell you all about my Internet friends. No, I can't see them, or touch them, although some of them have asked me....um, well, we'll go into that later. People have become friends with other people across the world, sometimes they've become friends with people they'd never become friends with in RL. That means real life for ...
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i can see you went to curves. i've had friends who went there who weren't very satisfied with it. by the way, when i read your blog last, i forgot to read the archives. now i feel shallow for not mentioning the touching entry about the girl who was killed by running for the bus. (because i hadn't i hadn't thought enough to read your WHOLE blog, although somehow i thought i did)i even went to her web site and read the notes her friends left until i couldn't see the screen through my tears. you have a great blog. i'm so glad you found mine so that i could find yours. please don't stop writing. and don't give up on finding a gym.
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet! I'm glad I found your blog as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll continue to search for a gym. We shall see. I need something.
I drove by the flower and teddy bear and candle memorial for Nadia yesterday. It just seems to keep growing. It's been hard on the kids, very hard.
my brother lost a friend of his in junior high, i believe. the kid fell off his father's tractor while it was running. it ran over his head. my brother is 29 now. it still haunts him. whenever he feels like he's slacking, he feels guilty for having a life that his friend no longer has. i think this is typical of people who are left behind, grieving. the guilt of survival. we are such fragile creatures.
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