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Sep. 26th, 2001 01:13 amWent out with friends from high school again. We had one of those long conversations where we mainly reminisce about old times and silly shit.
Came home and immediately left to meet another friend. We had one of those conversations that is both shallow and deep. Everything started out as gossip about people, but would slide into deeper thoughts on our friends. Love lives, lesbian attraction, cockteases, irrational hatred, STDs, old flames, fetishes, deep emotional problems, sexual hangups, incriminating pictures, tits, ass, dicks, fucked up parents, etc. And that was just while we were talking about Tanya. :)
It's interesting to tear off the scab we so frequently grow over our true feelings and poke at the oozy bits beneath. Talking about people honestly, but saying things that could get us in so much trouble. Comparing notes on the secrets we have each heard from someone. Arguing about whether he is worth being friends with or if she has a brain at all. Tracing webs of secrets and lies, sometimes even truth. Stopping just short of telling the Really Big Secret (tm) about someone. Knowing there is a line between gossip and betrayal. Confessing past indiscretions, screwups, lusts and so on. Thank god we only had 2 or 3 drinks or who knows what we would have said.
I'm still convinced I'm saner than most of the people I know.
Came home and immediately left to meet another friend. We had one of those conversations that is both shallow and deep. Everything started out as gossip about people, but would slide into deeper thoughts on our friends. Love lives, lesbian attraction, cockteases, irrational hatred, STDs, old flames, fetishes, deep emotional problems, sexual hangups, incriminating pictures, tits, ass, dicks, fucked up parents, etc. And that was just while we were talking about Tanya. :)
It's interesting to tear off the scab we so frequently grow over our true feelings and poke at the oozy bits beneath. Talking about people honestly, but saying things that could get us in so much trouble. Comparing notes on the secrets we have each heard from someone. Arguing about whether he is worth being friends with or if she has a brain at all. Tracing webs of secrets and lies, sometimes even truth. Stopping just short of telling the Really Big Secret (tm) about someone. Knowing there is a line between gossip and betrayal. Confessing past indiscretions, screwups, lusts and so on. Thank god we only had 2 or 3 drinks or who knows what we would have said.
I'm still convinced I'm saner than most of the people I know.
