I am not good at keeping in touch. I want to be better at it, and I have no excuse for not being better at it but the fact still remains that I’m not good at communicationg with friends. Yet, when I need them , for whatever reason, there they are. This is the text that went on the other day with a friend I haven’t spoken to in probably 10 months.
Me: Hey…did we ever eat @ Kelly’s diner in Somerville with Tamara? Weird ? I know – humor me.
Her: Um…likely, yes. I think you mean Tamarleigh.
Yeah…so I got her friends name wrong, but the point is that at 11:00PM when I absolutely had to know if we ate at that particular diner (that’s the OCD shining through), she answered like we had just gotten off the phone a few minutes before. It’s nice to have friends like that…friends that understand and accept.
You can always tell a real friend: when you’ve made a fool of yourself he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job. ~Laurence J. Peter