So you know the main character’s group of amazingly tight friends on your favorite T.V. show and how you always wish you had 4 or 5 people constantly around you that all of you can finish each others’ sentences and say hilarious stuff and make your problems totally better in the span of 30 minutes? (I love that you’re looking back to make sure that was all a single sentence and deserved a question mark at the end.) Yeah, so I’ve discovered I’ve already got that group of friends.
You could make a sitcom out of the drama and general hilarity I deal with on a daily basis, even though not everyone is still in one place together all the time anymore. How many times does anyone else get to console someone whose boyfriend cheated on them with a man? Or play beer pong with somebody AND their dad? Or have friends who actually let you play beer pong with a designated drinker (or five)?
Thanksgiving was in many ways unresolved, but in that Kevin-Arnold-I-Learned-It’s-Okay-At-The-End-Anyway sort of way. The girl of my dreams is still sticking to ignoring me. Two more of my friends have thrown morals and common sense to the wind. My sinuses still hate me because of the massive amount of Black & Mild smoke four days ago. But somehow in the course of the last six or seven years, the group of people I still hang out with has changed from a baker’s dozen or so slightly dorky teenagers trying desperately to fit in even amongst themselves into a group of relatively respectable young adults that are extremely comfortable with each other. One of them even spent most of an evening last week caressing my chest. She probably doesn’t remember, which is probably good for me since I sorta let her. That’s pretty comfortable.
There’s so much we didn’t say to each other in high school. There’s so much we don’t have to now. But no matter where our paths take us, how far apart we are, it’s nice to be able to just pick up where we left off whenever we are together. I don’t always participate in everything some of you do, nor agree with it. But even when I’m driving 3 more people than are legally allowed in my car at one time on a public road to 7-11 at 3am and complaining about it all the way…
I appreciate my friends. So thanks.
And we appreciate you, Dan. So thanks as well 🙂
The only question remaining: moral decline understandable, is there any way we really /could/ have become more lacking in common sense since high school?
(evidence on film suggests not)
The plural of antithesis is antitheses for the likely reason that “antithesises” is such a hard word to say.