collections

Yesterday was talking to Publishing Chick about how neither of us collect anything. No special animal figurines, no great art. We collect interesting friends. I had to bring this up upon discovering that Chick's ex-roommate is wanted by the police. They came looking for the old roommate after she left the scene of the accident, and Chick had to try and provide a physical description and list possible whereabouts. This was after hearing about her boyfriend, the tempramental author who she discovered was cheating on her by reading his blog. So sneaky.

The close friend we both share is away this weekend at church revival camp, introducing her new boyfriend to her family. She met said boyfriend (Fed Ex) at a wedding where she cheated on her fiance. So the wedding is now off and Fed Ex is hoping to transfer to CO. My friends have fabulous taste in books and awful taste in men. I'm sure I'll have to meet these guys at dinner parties and pretend not to know about their cheating hearts.

July 29, 2007

I'm trying to find people living parallel lives. My college roommate, City Mission, and I who used to talk all the time have less to say now that she's getting married in a few weeks. I can't relate to her struggles to turn two lives into one and accept her fiance's past marriage. I can't tell her anymore what it's like to sort through my dating options and decide it's probably better to be alone right now. I'm hoping I'll like her fiance but feel a little skeptical knowing my friend from Chicago who was an elegant dancer has been talked into having a pig roast for her reception. I think she's trying to make a point about now being common people like the mennonite she's marrying.

Yesterday my friend Tea & Sympathy called. She said her best friend just began dating someone whom she knows she'll marry. The friend waited a few weeks to tell Tea about the relationship with the intent of protecting her. Feeling abandoned is not something she ended up being saved from. We're both doing this letting go thing while trying to be happy for our friends. I think it's okay to go through the motions of sending cards and gifts and not say that you'll be saying good-bye to a huge journey walked together for a long time after the wedding.

The good news is that today I had the time to finish The Thousand Splendid Suns and think about women on the other side of the world, I took a long walk, and I'm at a coffee shop eating pistachio gelato. I never want to give up days like this.

Preface

I decided to begin a blog as a way to tell my whole story. Lately I'm only sharing short chapters with people. Life is transient here in Colorado Springs, and I have very few friends I've known for more than 2 years. Also, I'm from a family of workaholics who I talk to about once a month.

As a non-fundamentalist Christian I do a lot of listening. I listen to my fundamentalist friends from church talk about the bad people out there who have homosexual agendas and support Michael Moore. I listen to my non-church friends talk about their drunken escapades. I mostly dodge opinion bombs by nodding along while I play the radio in my head.