Real journaling, for once...
I need to bitch about how I miss my friends in Hawaii. Obviously I love my friends here, but the friends I have in each place are more suited to different aspects of my psycho personalities and I haven't entirely adapted back to being here yet...
Which means I'm still doing things that I did in HI that I didn't do in WI. And/or am wanting to do those things. Like the pointless middle of the night car trips. We'd go get junk food and bottles of water and drive around for three hours at 11pm in order to talk. It was good for venting about all the stupid drama we'd create in order to make life more interesting.
And also the getting a bottle or two and going to the park to drink, running around like idiots and laying down for a nap in the middle of the soccer field.
So now I want to do these things and have no one to do them with, and also I have no one to bitch to about some of the things I still have in common with what we'd do then, but I didn't do before...its kind of like I have two similar personalities but now I am noticing the differences because I didn't realize before how much I have changed from when I lived here.
But aside from this revelation, the biggest reason I miss them is the blunt, brutal, sometimes hurtful honesty. Strange as it sounds, sometimes I need to bitch and have someone tell me flat out that I'm being dumb and need to grow up or whatever other bitchy response would be appropriate. Not always, but sometimes, and I miss the people who would know when those times were and then just do it.
I couldn't wait to leave Hawaii and now I'm homesick for the people who made it what it was...
Which means I'm still doing things that I did in HI that I didn't do in WI. And/or am wanting to do those things. Like the pointless middle of the night car trips. We'd go get junk food and bottles of water and drive around for three hours at 11pm in order to talk. It was good for venting about all the stupid drama we'd create in order to make life more interesting.
And also the getting a bottle or two and going to the park to drink, running around like idiots and laying down for a nap in the middle of the soccer field.
So now I want to do these things and have no one to do them with, and also I have no one to bitch to about some of the things I still have in common with what we'd do then, but I didn't do before...its kind of like I have two similar personalities but now I am noticing the differences because I didn't realize before how much I have changed from when I lived here.
But aside from this revelation, the biggest reason I miss them is the blunt, brutal, sometimes hurtful honesty. Strange as it sounds, sometimes I need to bitch and have someone tell me flat out that I'm being dumb and need to grow up or whatever other bitchy response would be appropriate. Not always, but sometimes, and I miss the people who would know when those times were and then just do it.
I couldn't wait to leave Hawaii and now I'm homesick for the people who made it what it was...