Okay, so here's my story. I grew up in a suburb of Chicago called Bolingbrook, or the "Brook". And personally, I loved my childhood/adolescence/young adulthood because of this little town. I tell my husband all the time that I want our son to grow up in a place like I did. So let me get to the point.
A few months ago, one of my oldest,dearest girlfriends from the "Brook" called and insisted on me joining a website called "the Brook", it was like Face Book. So, I did and sure enough all of these memories started flooding back into my head. And I so badly wanted to share them with someone who was there. And unfortunately,my poor husband just didn't get it. It was kind of exciting and weird all at the same time. But, it was also kind of sad because I didn't have anyone to share it with. People I had forgotten about and people who I thought of often were popping up on this site faster than teenagers to a keg. I felt like I should do something about it.
Almost immediately, I got messages and sent messages to a few of my long lost BFF's. These girls were my whole life for years and like most friendships things changed, we got married, had kids, careers, etc. Pretty soon, we had separated. Not in a vicious fight or anything just parted ways. But I can honestly say that every year I think of them on their birthdays and have the fondest memories of our lives that we truly shared. Sure, we might have missed some milestone events, but there is something about our friendship that never got lost.
So Thursday, I got an email from one of my long lost BFF's and she gave me her phone number and before I even finished reading the email I called her. It was like one of those moments where you don't even think about it, you just do it. And I laughed with her and felt like even though I hadn't talked to her in seven years,it didn't matter.
We talked about our current lives, what happened in past seven years, our families, our husbands, this damn website we are all addicted to, and our pasts. I couldn't believe how fun it was to be talking to someone who knew all of my old stories. Funny shit about old boyfriends, who farted in front of me and completely grossed me out, stories about my poor mom having to drive drunk boys home from my old house, the stories were flying out of our mouths like they were just yesterday.(I know that sounds old fashioned.)
I didn't feel weird talking to her, in fact, I felt like it was about time that I had. There was no need to waste any more time thinking that I should call or email. I just did it. And it gave me a chance to remember a lot of funny/good times in my life that no one else would ever know about except my BFF's from way back when. I've made friends since then, don't think I am some loner, but being able to talk to someone who knows the skinny on your past is quite the blessing. So, thanks BFF for making me laugh and reminding me that we had so many good times together and it would be really dumb if we let seven more years go by before we shoot the shit again.
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