it was good.

i have trouble sometimes building something up in my head so much that it can never hope to live up to expectations. i'm certain i'm not the only person that does that sort of thing, and that the people that do make up much more than a small minority of the population. that happened when i saw office space for the first time, although, i think that was primarily due to the fact that the movie had been ridiculously talked up by those who'd seen it before.

luckily, it's not a problem i had this weekend, and it's usually not a problem when i get to reunite with a friend, especially one that i haven't seen in a while. duncan was here last night and i'm gonna say all the stuff you'd probly expect me to say, it was great to see him, awesome catching up, stuff like that. what dawned on me about this friendship in particular is that there's a definite ease in it, there's no pressure, no expectations, we could have sat on the couch and looked at the walls, or sat out on the back walkway while he smoked all night and not regretted a second. i thought about it some more and began to realize that that ease is present in pretty much every friendship i have, it felt nice.

the whole thing is double-edged however, because after having been here nearly a year, i don't feel like i've met anyone who can be as good a friend as any of the friends i have already. i don't know whether to feel discouraged about that, maybe because of an inability to relate to people or a fear of letting new people into my life, or if i was just terribly,terribly blessed by the people that have been in my life before. i think i've become pretty picky about it, more and more i find myself becoming increasingly stringent about the definition of the word "friend." i don't want to go as far as to say it's a quality vs. quantity sort of thing, but in ways that's what it feels like.

we'll pick up where we left off.

feeling: decompressed
thinking of: the phone
music: "untitled" social distortion