You know when you’re so distracted by what you’re doing and who you’re with that where you are takes a backseat? Today I reunited with a childhood friend, and amongst the vineyards and distillery tastings we try to cram 6 years of life changes into a two-hour chat. It’s impossible but I had so much fun trying.
I want to hear all about her wedding, if her tastes are the same - in beverage (she’s a whisky drinker now!), cars (it makes me laugh that she doesn’t want to badmouth her current car but if she had her way it’d be a black Bugatti) as well as fashion (she still doesn’t see the point of designer handbags, thank goodness), does she enjoy her work?, I want to know what she thinks of life: are people good or bad? Are they capable of change? I want her to tell me more about those three things that make us who we are: how we think of the world, how we think of others, and how we think of ourselves.
I’m sad to hear she thinks people are bad and that change is incredibly difficult. I’ve always been the pessimistic, cynical one of us and I don’t wish to have that in common with her. In my mind she always thought the best of people, and I wanted her to be right. I’m also inspired by her story that briefly I wonder about following a more conventional career path. I’ve always been that talker in our friendship, these days I like to think I try harder at listening, but who knows. I wonder if she gets as much from our time as I do, I often question what I contribute to my friendships.