Whatever the shift was, it sure has made a difference. Some people felt it and some didn’t. They will, eventually. This could be solely personal and subjective but I am moved to share it.
If I try to explain what I am referring to, I wouldn’t do it justice. It happened sometime while I was driving back from California.
It was sad at first, very sad, as I had had a great time with friends old and new, classmates, colleagues from the theater, girl scouts of yore, friends of the family and in Santa Barbara.
I could have cried many times as I drove back to Arizona. I postponed it telling myself that I now have new friends in Arizona. I did not feel any better but I realized the only thing separating me from crying was the comfort I felt with old friends and that's all. There was no need to explain what RP stands for (hint: right now barely for itself), no need to explain my accent, no need to explain why I am Armenian but am not from Armenia, no need to tell the story of my life as most old friends have more or less the same story.
Of course I use the word “friend” very loosely herein-above. In this day and age, anybody who says parev, good day, hello or hi is a friend or potential friend. Some are friends in progress and some have culminated into friends of habit. And let us not forget all the friends on Facebook.
Is the comfort or discomfort of the past that important for friendship to flourish? Can two people be friends in the most profound way without them knowing anything about each other except name, occupation and address?
That could happen if I ever shut up. I am not shy to talk lately. I can hardly listen to people. It has reached embarrassing proportions. In my defense, the subjects are others, not me. It is them rather.
Let us say that I felt happy and still am since my return. If this was due to the great time I had in California it would have worn off by now. Since I can’t pinpoint the reason, and it being something to write home about, who cares when and how?
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