One very old friend (years known, not age) and one entirely
new friend. A weeknight at the table with turkey bacon BLTs and butternut
squash soup. The conversation began typically enough with things girls talk
about when they're together. After bouncing around to topics including taste in
men, shape of eyebrows, and our penchant to be theatrical in our cars the way
people sing in their showers, we began delving into issues most people hash out
on their therapists' couches. It was one of those unique conversations that was
equal parts honesty and grace, laughter and uncomfortable recognitions. Around
11:30pm, we went back for a "second dinner" of leftover turkey bacon and sweet potato corn chips,
determined to bring our issues in for a landing around midnight.
I've had lots of vulnerable conversations with friends. This
one wasn't vulnerable to be vulnerable. It wasn't about relating and
commiserating. It was about looking for the "why" and challenging
each other to be brave in the reality of that "why".
Notes for future: Don't put clocks in the living room/dining
room - they can ruin rare nights like this. How does the saying go? I'll sleep
when I'm dead? The answer to "More tea?" is always yes.
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