Friends? Enemies? Yuck.
Last night I saw two old friends of mine who I hadn't seen in about 3 years. I called them my Waldorf friends, because they were the only Waldorf kids I knew who I could stand to be around without puking after extended visits. I'd had a crushes on both of them and it was awkward to see them because both of them had hurt my feelings pretty badly at one point or another. (In the process of becoming an adult everyone makes stupid cruel mistakes, right?) One made out with my friend in front of me to spite me, and the other took me on a strange date where he barely spoke for 2 hourse and then dropped me off at a Safeway parking lot to be picked up by my mother. All of this starts to make me sound like the biggest loser, and perhaps I was, but after I was done feeling like shit I understood that they were pretty calloused and rude in that way. Why did I agree to see them again? I don't know. But it actually turned out to be a very pleasant evening. Towards the end I got the impression that something horrible had recently happened to one of them, a loss in the family- which I think was his mother, as she'd been seriously ill for years. I didn't know if I should've asked, or let it lie. I left feeling sad, and flustered. Seeing people from your past is always an experience, and this one happened to be harder than I'd expected. It made me think of the friends I have right now, and whether we'll be like that in 3 years- barely able to look one another in the eye, and blushing at every apology.