Friends
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
This story of an 80s feminist is always a comfort read. And it brings up a question we’re still grappling with thirty years later.
It struck me last night, when I was sitting on the floor of a slight friend’s house, talking to another friend when she asked me, “So how are you doing?“ Then she looked at me straight in the eye and pointed to her own heart. I stared back, a fraction…
Phil Collins tells me that, A friend’s mother imparts the following wisdom on men and marriage, “Don’t expect any kind of sense for about 3 years. After that they kind of settle down.” PATIENCE is a virtue, apparently a prized one for a woman. Me? I never met a man…
A gratitude note to someone from my past: The strongest of us may need someone to remind us that we also need beauty, love & harmony to make survival a life.
The institution of marriage does not hold sanctity any more. His tone scoffed but his voice was gentleReminding her to anticipate reality and not be hurt by it Yet, she persisted, I hold it sacred, even if no one else doesAnd till then,It won’t be relegated to the graveyard of…
The people who espouse hookups are just as fundamentalist in their beliefs as the people they scoff at. There is no room for love in this war.
@ Rambler: 🙂 Yes, I do know what you mean.
Friends to me was just the sitcom for a long time, then few people changed that, now its more like people whom I need not speak to, to communicate, If you know what I mean
@ Supremus: 🙂 Glad you finally made it. And yes, I’m a creature of many moods, though this was more escapism than cynicism.
Came here through blogspot – no wonder my readers were not showing up your posts!! Domain is the way to go! Great theme btw.
And yeah, mmh, felt like a very cynical feeling hehe!