Standing On A Chair

Telling it like I see it…

Rants from the Chair: On Friends and Friendships

Without getting all gooey and syrupy, I want to talk about friends.  This subject is inspired by a very recent gathering of a group of women I’ve known, or known of, for decades.  We enjoyed lunch with a view of the glorious Lake Panasoffkee.  There were six of us on this mini-reunion outing, and we only had three hours together, which was disappointing because we were still laughing and talking like madmen on the way to our cars to leave.  We weren’t finished yet!  Isn’t that just the best kind of happening?  Where you feel so happy and comfortable with people, you hate to part ways with them?

I can tell you there have been many times when after spending a puny five minutes with a person, or a group of people, all I could think about was how much I wanted to leave and how in God’s name was I going to do it gracefully.

And then there are times when you meet up with people who have been your absolute best friends for practically a lifetime, and you discover they’ve turned into some kind of freak-monster.  You find yourself smiting your forehead, wondering what the fuck happened to this precious person whom you used to love so much?

Upon landing in St. Petersburg, Florida in 1964, in the middle of my sophomore year in high school, I remember telling my father-the-career-Air-Force-officer that I’d have his balls on a goddamn platter if he even thought about moving me to yet another school again.  Well…I didn’t put it to him in those exact words, but you get my point.  He saved me by retiring early in 1965.  For Joy!  No More Transfers!!  And as it turned out, those precious 2½ years, in one school if you can even imagine that, provided this road-weary Air Force Brat with the foundation for lasting, lifelong friendships.

I have to hand it to the Internet, email and social media (yes, that includes that dastardly Facebook whose critics include many who assail it as evil, all of whom likely have a secret account so they can go trolling themselves), for making it so easy to make new friends and reconnect with old ones; for making it possible to make friends with people I went to school with, but didn’t know well at the time!  Discovering new things in common with old acquaintances using social media, has allowed me a view through a window into who they are, in a way not quite accomplishable among us as high school students.

Proponents of reincarnation will tell you we are all members of small “soul clusters” which include family, prominent friends and others who have affected us in some kind of freaky profound way throughout our lives, incarnate or otherwise, and which can also include some of those people whose guts you hated, and those who hated yours.  I can see reincarnation, but I’ll be damned if I want to be stuck with some of these people, body and soul, for the rest of eternity! 

So now I’m going to name names.  Judy, Linda, Ann, Pam, Patti.  You’re amazing women. I thank you for an enormously good time, I look forward with fervor to our next three-hour lunch, and I sincerely hope you will all be in my soul cluster for a very long time.


July 3, 2012 - Posted by | Relationships | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. oh so sorry I couldn’t have found myself in your midst! But from afar I still love you lots!

    Comment by geri wright | July 3, 2012 | Reply

  2. Great sentiments and I will move heaven and earth to get there next time! Becky

    Comment by Becky | July 3, 2012 | Reply

  3. Ah, you’re going to make me cry! It is so much fun when we meet up and I also wish it would last longer. We do need to find someone else on your end though, because when we leave you are by yourself and we get to interact all the way back to St Pete. So, who else is in the G’ville are that wants to join us?
    Becky, next trip, you pick the day and place, then we know you can get there! Start planning, girl.
    Love you, Jill.

    Comment by Linda Wines Stokes | July 3, 2012 | Reply

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