angstoutlet (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} angstoutlet) wrote,@ 2004-12-20 14:33:00 |
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Posts Of The Year (About How Great I Am.....)
Yes, yes, give me that ego hit....
L:
Then I remembered that I slightly teased J ages about by mentioning that I had felt a similar (tho very very different) shock of recognition when I first met him, and that I would write about it some other time.
The first time I remember ever seeing him was at Sam training event. I can't remember exactly when I started to feel like I knew him, but it was certainly before he had been inducted intosuch Friday night rituals as the singing of The Menstruation Song. Actually J kind of missed out, because the intake before him a Serious Artist joined the branch, and thus the evening rowdy sing-songs included a lot more improvisation and soft rock and a lot less rugby songs and nobody-knows-the-words folk. Anyway, while all that was happening I was feeling as if I'd known him for years, even though I'd never spoken to him. I was thinking of the two of us as 'we', and had to police my talking to make sure I didn't say anything like that.
I don't think I ever actually sat down and talked to him properly that weekend. I didn't really *need* to. I knew him too well already, no point in making a super-effort in this fairly inefficient environment. When I asked him for a lift to the station and invited myself to the pub with him and G, it felt like arranging something with a friend, where the issue is whether it can be fitted into the time, etc, rather than whether you're welcome or not.
And that was a really cool afternoon we spent hanging out and drinking gin and tonic, which will never cease to be an amusing drink for me. Tho when I replay it in my mind I'm surprised that it never really occurred to me that he probably shouldn't drive with so much gin and dope inside him.
When I got home I remember being anxious that I didn't know how to proceed with such a relationship - when do you call people you've only met once, that you want to be friends with, that live far away. But J is very good at calling, so that ended up being sorted. We talk on the phone quite a lot, sometimes for hours, which is waaaay-cool.
And now he's arguably my best friend. It's strange that there are so many things we don't have in common, yet we stil get on so super-well. Recently it was so horrible to see him suffer over his monogamy when to me that just seems like a spectre of nothingness.
B:
I also heard from my good friend Josh today. It's good for the ego to receive an email which begins "Becky! Yay!". I'd lost his number with my stolen phone (mental note: record phone numbers elsewhere) and he's moved so I didn't have a landline for him, while he's apparently tried my old number several times and got no reply. Ridiculously late, I had the brainwave of friendsreunited and found his email address cunningly displayed on there. He works on production for Holby City now and my only other option was to try them via the bbc website. I'm so pleased as he's been a good friend to me and there aren't many people with whom I can argue without fear that they'll dislike me at the end of the conversation.
Yes, yes, give me that ego hit....
L:
Then I remembered that I slightly teased J ages about by mentioning that I had felt a similar (tho very very different) shock of recognition when I first met him, and that I would write about it some other time.
The first time I remember ever seeing him was at Sam training event. I can't remember exactly when I started to feel like I knew him, but it was certainly before he had been inducted intosuch Friday night rituals as the singing of The Menstruation Song. Actually J kind of missed out, because the intake before him a Serious Artist joined the branch, and thus the evening rowdy sing-songs included a lot more improvisation and soft rock and a lot less rugby songs and nobody-knows-the-words folk. Anyway, while all that was happening I was feeling as if I'd known him for years, even though I'd never spoken to him. I was thinking of the two of us as 'we', and had to police my talking to make sure I didn't say anything like that.
I don't think I ever actually sat down and talked to him properly that weekend. I didn't really *need* to. I knew him too well already, no point in making a super-effort in this fairly inefficient environment. When I asked him for a lift to the station and invited myself to the pub with him and G, it felt like arranging something with a friend, where the issue is whether it can be fitted into the time, etc, rather than whether you're welcome or not.
And that was a really cool afternoon we spent hanging out and drinking gin and tonic, which will never cease to be an amusing drink for me. Tho when I replay it in my mind I'm surprised that it never really occurred to me that he probably shouldn't drive with so much gin and dope inside him.
When I got home I remember being anxious that I didn't know how to proceed with such a relationship - when do you call people you've only met once, that you want to be friends with, that live far away. But J is very good at calling, so that ended up being sorted. We talk on the phone quite a lot, sometimes for hours, which is waaaay-cool.
And now he's arguably my best friend. It's strange that there are so many things we don't have in common, yet we stil get on so super-well. Recently it was so horrible to see him suffer over his monogamy when to me that just seems like a spectre of nothingness.
B:
I also heard from my good friend Josh today. It's good for the ego to receive an email which begins "Becky! Yay!". I'd lost his number with my stolen phone (mental note: record phone numbers elsewhere) and he's moved so I didn't have a landline for him, while he's apparently tried my old number several times and got no reply. Ridiculously late, I had the brainwave of friendsreunited and found his email address cunningly displayed on there. He works on production for Holby City now and my only other option was to try them via the bbc website. I'm so pleased as he's been a good friend to me and there aren't many people with whom I can argue without fear that they'll dislike me at the end of the conversation.
