And I've noticed that most of the friends I've made over the past seven months- yes, seven- have been the sort of friends who cling to each other because we are both in the midst of very turbulance time and space. Unpredictability, danger, fear, and newness. There is excitement, passion, love, joy, and compassion that never really wears off in the time we knew each other. We get on each others nerves, of course, but it is mutually understood that everyone gets a break on their off -cultural shocking- days. So how silly is it that I miss people I've only had one lunch with, or coffee, or a game of pool, or 3 hours naked in the баня, or a three minute conversation while checking email? Because the thing about these relationships is that they generally don't last that long. Yet everything is understood in the underlying semantics which are always the same: If you speak my language, we can talk. Now is all we have. Now I'm lonely.
It's 11:29pm where I am now and everyone I want to call should be up and moving. But I miss most my friends whose phones are currently outside their coverage area or who are taking naps.
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