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hirdrac’s last day in Sydney. We spent all day with him wandering the Rocks area of the Harbour, listening to the didgeridoo players, we perused a Saturday Market, we shopped our way across town and supped in Darling Harbour. After that, we walked him back to the hotel where his luggage and a car were waiting to take him to the airport.
I can’t explain how wonderful it was to have an old friend here with me, even if it was for only a few days. Maybe it sounds silly, but there is something comfortable and special about a friend with years of history. Even though we don’t talk for long periods of time, when we are together, it seems like we were never apart. We immediately resume our relationship where we placed it last. The silences are comfortable and companionable. There is no stress, no expectation, just friendship and laughter. I actually felt like I was seeing Sydney in a different light. I was proud to be able to share it with a friend.
New friends are different. New friends are exciting. There is the constant expectation that I will learn some new and important detail and there is a bit of tension that I be alert for everything so I don’t miss relevant points. I find making a new friend is like working with a new dance partner. We both may know the steps, but we need to find each other’s rhythm and flow. There are awkward moments. There are long silences where one wonders if they’ve said too much, or not enough. There is a really good chance this could be an amazing new dance partner with great synchronicity and that they will enrich my life with untold greatness.
But, as exciting as all that is, I actually look forward to the time where these new friends will become comfortable old ones. Each one of my friends adds to my life in so many ways. You complete facets of my personality, you fill gaps and voids in my soul, you envelope me in your warm, and comfortable love. We fit like well-worn clothes: relaxed, soft and an unbelievable joy to have close to me. We dance effortlessly and as one.
I count myself the most fortunate person in the world to have such an amazing group of friends. Each time I am away from you for so long reminds me just how important and vital you all are to me, how necessary you are in my life, and how precious each moment our shared time is.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
hirdrac’s last day in Sydney. We spent all day with him wandering the Rocks area of the Harbour, listening to the didgeridoo players, we perused a Saturday Market, we shopped our way across town and supped in Darling Harbour. After that, we walked him back to the hotel where his luggage and a car were waiting to take him to the airport. I can’t explain how wonderful it was to have an old friend here with me, even if it was for only a few days. Maybe it sounds silly, but there is something comfortable and special about a friend with years of history. Even though we don’t talk for long periods of time, when we are together, it seems like we were never apart. We immediately resume our relationship where we placed it last. The silences are comfortable and companionable. There is no stress, no expectation, just friendship and laughter. I actually felt like I was seeing Sydney in a different light. I was proud to be able to share it with a friend.
New friends are different. New friends are exciting. There is the constant expectation that I will learn some new and important detail and there is a bit of tension that I be alert for everything so I don’t miss relevant points. I find making a new friend is like working with a new dance partner. We both may know the steps, but we need to find each other’s rhythm and flow. There are awkward moments. There are long silences where one wonders if they’ve said too much, or not enough. There is a really good chance this could be an amazing new dance partner with great synchronicity and that they will enrich my life with untold greatness.
But, as exciting as all that is, I actually look forward to the time where these new friends will become comfortable old ones. Each one of my friends adds to my life in so many ways. You complete facets of my personality, you fill gaps and voids in my soul, you envelope me in your warm, and comfortable love. We fit like well-worn clothes: relaxed, soft and an unbelievable joy to have close to me. We dance effortlessly and as one.
I count myself the most fortunate person in the world to have such an amazing group of friends. Each time I am away from you for so long reminds me just how important and vital you all are to me, how necessary you are in my life, and how precious each moment our shared time is.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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*HUGS* I'm soooo glad I met you.
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I'm ever so glad you are in my life, as well. *returns hugs with great affection*
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Old friends are awesome.
what's that girl scout song?
make new friends
but keep the old
one is silver and the other gold!
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I just googled it and you're very right. I've learned something new. I was never a Girl Scout, you see.
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Miserable time. Vicariously through the more popular clique I'd crowded in on, i could see how it would be a fun thing! :)
Long story, cookies were had, makeup was worn, and I slapped my first bitch! :)
Good times, good times...
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I wanted SO BAD to be a girl scout. As clueless and horrid as I am NOW about human interrelations, I was worse earlier in life.
SO I joined Girl Scouts hoping at last to be a part of a group, and have fun.. Since I'm totally type A, the merit badges appealed as well.
I got shuffled in with an already-existing clique. The group was a popular girl and her friends. They accepted me begrudgingly because they HAD to. I was in "their" jurisdiction. They also HAD to accept a retarded girl as well. She was nice and I was kinda friends with her through it all.
Wellp. I wasn't a practicing Christian. Theses gurls were part of the reason I became so ANTI-Christianity. They had perfect hair, and clung tightly, the 4 of them. The main girl's mom was the troop leader, and the first bitchling's mom was the assistant troop leader. They all went to church together as well. I wouldn't have been an ounce surprised if they'd suckled together too at one point.
I wanted in SO BAD. I wanted acceptance so desperately, and since I was in their troop, I felt it was owed to me.
Oops.
I got pretty irritated when nothing I said or did broke me in. Breaking into a clique is hard enough, add to this that I was 12 and really screwed up. *smirk*
I tried joining in with the girls on conversations, but I hated Mili Vanilli and The New Kids on the Block and was too fat for Guess jeans and popular things. Couldn't 've afforded them if I wasn't anyway.
Cold silence turned to giggles and hushed whispers in my direction during meetings and outings. I started working on merit badges alone, hoping to impress somebody/anybody with my mad merit-badge earning SKEELZ.
I tried sucking up to the troop leaders, doing extra chores or cleanup. No dice, they started to look down on me and expect it- like a servant.
My family had a running joke of kissing each other and slapping our foreheads in jest "YOU WERE JUST BLESSED BY THE ALMIGHTY CHURCH OF MEEEE!" and running away. ( Family being My siblings/cousins and I. )
Ever have an in-joke and forget no one else is in it with you?
I tried to bring the in-joke to the GS troop.
Oops.
Not only did bitchling #3 NOT appreciate being slapped on the forehead...., they did not join me in merry laughter and the chasing that was expected. *squirm*
I finally GAVE them a reason to be bitchy and cold to me, albeit unintentionally :)
Plus was roundly scolded and threatened by the troop leaders for "hitting." Honestly, though, it wasn't as hard of a slap as my family gave, it was just a fingers-tap to the forehead. I think she started crying out of surprise.
That was during my final GS event- a camping trip to Camp Cleawox. They all bunked together. I had a choice of either sleeping on the mildewy bottom bunk of the attarondac, or in the spider-filled closet alone. I had to walk to the potties alone, I had no one to sit with or boat with or do anything with. I just... trailed along behind like a lump feeling like an idiot.
ehhh... yeah.
SO much of my reflections are frought with post-event embarassment and the realization of the fact that ... it wasn't all "everyone else" and maybe it really was (is) me that's the problem.
The end :)
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My family couldn't afford Girl Scouts and, since I was so unpopular anyway, I had no great desire to join.
Personally, I think the joke is cute. Amen, sistah! The story itself wanders in a totally different direction from my mental musings. It's a lot more tame. I was thinking some kind of fight or a real bitch-slap scenerio. But you're a good person. Violence is never a solution... unless they start it! Then, I'm all about finishing it. My record speaks for itself. *smug smirk*
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They'll even give you the uniform and badges and shit if you're low income- it's great. In theory ;)
I was only ever violent a few times in my life that were inappropriate.. and a few times I wasn't when I should have been *giggles*
Glad to know I'm not the only one with a blush-colored past. *smirk*
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In my defence, I never hit a girl and I only struck back after they hit me first. Stupid boys!