Personal Problems
Posted by LSama on Apr 15th, 2009 in Adult Shit, Uncategorized | 1 commentNot that I have any. None. Not really. I mean, sure, I still haven’t gone to the school to sort out my financial aid shit, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about.
Today, one of my best friends got on a bus to ride across the country, from Florida to Canada to deal with an issue that she should have been able to take care of from her own state, her own living room, maybe a trip to the post office and, for good measure, perhaps the DMV and MAYBE the courthouse. I won’t get into too many details because it’s not my place to, but chances are, you can read about it here.
The point of this post, for me, is to talk about how I’ve come to discover and understand the impact of people’s lives, how they change, and how they effect mine.
I have had the distinct pleasure of knowing Mel for many, many years now. We met on the internet, as it seems to be case with nearly all of my friends, and at first, we sort of just passed each other by, role-played together briefly, then went on with our lives.
Years later, we stumbled across one another’s path again, shared a few giggles, but then parted again. I went on a bit of a sabbatical, if I recall correctly. Then one day, we connected. Big time. And ever since then, we’ve pretty much kept in contact nonstop. I went on a brief forray into MMO land, but we’ve kept in contact. We have constantly RPed. We have gotten along and we’ve wanted to swat one another.
Aside from my roommate, she is my best friend. I have confided a lot of things to her – and vice versa.
She is now going to be gone for a month. A month of no hysterical giggling. A month of no horrid jokes or huge capital letters. A month of no drooling over terribly hot men, or sharing suddenly found pictures on Deviant Art.
I know and understand she had to go, I really do. This isn’t some jaunt across the country. It’s important – very important – but that doesn’t make it any less pleasant. When your best friend has to go away, with very, very little contact, for a yet undetermined amount of time? A friend like Mel? Your life suddenly seems less interesting.
I miss you terribly.
I miss the hysterical laughter, the stupid shit I end up saying that goes down in our personal history as so bad it turns out to be incredibly awesome.
I miss sharing with you. I miss discussing tea with you and mocking you for not being able to drink hot tea.
I love you lots, you wonderful goober. Thank you.