Unexpectedly Meant to Be
I usually don't answer my phone if I don't recognize the number. I've been getting too many credit cards offers via my cell phone lately to want to answer anything that's not in my phone book. I also had my phone on silent, because I had just come from class. Buried in my purse, even. Million other things on my mind.
But I reached in my purse and answered my phone, anyway. And I'm really glad I did. Granted, I nearly had a heart-attack, but it would have been a worthwhile one.
But yeah, long story short, one of my best childhood friends called me today. We talked for a couple of minutes and then decided to talk later, but it was seriously one of the more surpirsing calls I've ever gotten. I'm not really much of a phone person, but I said I'd call back at eleven and did, absolutely terrified that Jill and I would talk for an awkward fifteen minutes and then... not.
Instead, we talked for almost two hours. Two hours, and we hadn't spoken to each other for two years.
C.S. Lewis wrote in The Four Loves about the difference between philos and storge, the first being true friendship and the second being more like having an acquaintance. Lewis explains this difference by means of a conversation-- if two people who share an acquaintance relationship run into each other after a period of time, they may be able to speak awkwardly for a few minutes before moving on. Small talk, nothing more. If, however, the two share a deep bond of friendship, then they will be able to speak at length with each other, as though they were never apart, whether six or even sixty years has passed between them.
Talking to Jill made me happy enough. Knowing that we could still talk, and not too awkwardly, after all that time, made me ecstatic. Not to mention that it really helped me personally-- gave me a sense of closure for all that high school drama. I really hope we talk again soon, maybe even get together for a little bit while I'm in Maryville, but the point is that, if we never spoke again (God forbid), I'd feel nothing but positive things about our friendship. That's how much that phone call meant.
So... yeah. Life's good. :D
Life would, however, be better if Chris's room would just magically pack itself up and my costume would finish making itself... Luckily, I have practically nothing to do tomorrow. I'll post pictures of the costume when it's finished-- I'm actually building a life-size staff for my character, so you'll probably get befores and afters. If it actually turns out correctly, I'm going to be so freaking proud of myself.
Bedtime.
But I reached in my purse and answered my phone, anyway. And I'm really glad I did. Granted, I nearly had a heart-attack, but it would have been a worthwhile one.
But yeah, long story short, one of my best childhood friends called me today. We talked for a couple of minutes and then decided to talk later, but it was seriously one of the more surpirsing calls I've ever gotten. I'm not really much of a phone person, but I said I'd call back at eleven and did, absolutely terrified that Jill and I would talk for an awkward fifteen minutes and then... not.
Instead, we talked for almost two hours. Two hours, and we hadn't spoken to each other for two years.
C.S. Lewis wrote in The Four Loves about the difference between philos and storge, the first being true friendship and the second being more like having an acquaintance. Lewis explains this difference by means of a conversation-- if two people who share an acquaintance relationship run into each other after a period of time, they may be able to speak awkwardly for a few minutes before moving on. Small talk, nothing more. If, however, the two share a deep bond of friendship, then they will be able to speak at length with each other, as though they were never apart, whether six or even sixty years has passed between them.
Talking to Jill made me happy enough. Knowing that we could still talk, and not too awkwardly, after all that time, made me ecstatic. Not to mention that it really helped me personally-- gave me a sense of closure for all that high school drama. I really hope we talk again soon, maybe even get together for a little bit while I'm in Maryville, but the point is that, if we never spoke again (God forbid), I'd feel nothing but positive things about our friendship. That's how much that phone call meant.
So... yeah. Life's good. :D
Life would, however, be better if Chris's room would just magically pack itself up and my costume would finish making itself... Luckily, I have practically nothing to do tomorrow. I'll post pictures of the costume when it's finished-- I'm actually building a life-size staff for my character, so you'll probably get befores and afters. If it actually turns out correctly, I'm going to be so freaking proud of myself.
Bedtime.