hangover cry, revisited

So, this happened yesterday:

[Scene- Steph and I laying on the couch (ok, we pulled out the bed... yeah, it was a rough day) and I have put on sports center. I turn it on halfway through a story about an inspirational halftime speech from last year's super bowl. I start crying.]

Steph: (looking at me) No.
Me: What? [sniffle]
Steph: No. You can't cry at that. You literally don't have enough information. All you know is that there was an emotional speech- you have no idea what the content was.
Me: But, he was hurt! And it was emotional! [sniffle]

That was just one of several cries from yesterday.

In other news, I think I'm getting to old to binge drink. I never used to get quite so hungover so regularly.

ships

"Some ships are old ships, some ships are wooden ships, but the best ships are friendships." - Dan Brown (my friend- not the author of "Angels & Demons")*


I've decided (in my old age and infinite wisdom) that friendships are mostly convenience-based. People, including me, can be selfish and isolated.

It's like when your best friend moved away in fifth grade. Even though you spent almost every afternoon together and you stayed up late talking between bunk beds, you don't know her anymore. And even though you were convinced she must have died (because how else would you have not kept in touch?), the truth is this: she moved to Alabama and she made new friends and she probably doesn't think about you anymore.

I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say. I guess friendships are either convenient or they take work. I guess I just want to be the type of person willing to do that work, but I also want to be the type of person that people work for.



*I can not guarantee that I quoted or attributed that properly.