The problem with a blog is people read it, interpret it and twist it all around.
I’ve done it myself before. I’ve read myself into another person’s deep ramblings, for better or worse. And, well, let’s face it… It’s normally for the worst.
But then sometimes, someone special and brilliant comes along and they help you, the writer, make sense of your own strange brain and those moments are… delicious.
Yesterday I had this exchange regarding my “dream” post with a friend and it felt so good that I need to share it.
Her: I think it’s your mom. Telling you to move on. Out of your grieving stage.
Me: I think so too.
Her: Not a “goodbye” waive so much as a waive that says “enough already”
Me: Yes! That’s exactly how she waived too
Her: You’ve been dismissed
Then there was a long discussion about her own loss.
Then we talked about finding “true love” and how girls will sometimes end things to “preserve” the friendship. Which, I don’t care, is still the most retarded chic move ever.
How the joy of being near someone can come with the terrible pain of being alone.
There was talk of sacrificing your own happiness for someone else and how that basically sucks ass (that’s a technical term).
And, eventually, I forgave her for loving mushrooms and hating pickles because no one can be perfect.