hypermediocrity

wow. i know ive moved on now, because i cant remember most of my "best friends" from florida's last names.

im going to see my little sister graduate in may, and im spending a day or so down there in florida. i was going to stay with a friend of mine but now im not so sure. somehow it doesnt matter anymore.

i remember when i was a little girl i used to get broken hearted the day that my family would move. we moved a lot due to my dad being a navy career guy. so, roughly every two years, i would get broken up over leaving, and in six months, be adjusted and happy.

i guess i am still that way. when we left florida i thought i would miss all my friends so so much. the day we left i was sad and made a list of people i would write. but now i have made some great friends here and am completely happy.

the whole point is that life goes on. im still friend with a handful of people from various places, whom i'll call once or twice a year and it's like we never missed a day. over all these years ive learned to separate the true blue friendships from the casual ones. i have made three friends here who i am thrilled to pieces with every single day, and who i *know* are real, lasting friendships.

this spring im separating; sort of a karmic purging. and while i do enjoy my casual friends, the close ones i love more every day.