Saturday, November 17, 2007
Will You Be My Friend?
Ahhh, I am gearing up for the last week of this tour. Minus my snot filled nose and scratchy throat, I am ready. Ready to be done, that is.
Tonight I am missing my friends. My girlfriends, to be exact. I hung out with a couple of high school gal pals the other night and it was amazing. Having Lee to hang with, too, is great. But you know those night when there doesn't seem to be anyone in your life that you just call and really TALK to? I stare at my computer and wonder how in the hell I can have 350+ facebook friends, but not one true soul to bear witness? Leon and mom are watching movie, Leanne's off to Saskatoon for the weekend, I missed a call from another friend and all my other ones are out or working. Then there are those friends which I have alienated with my neurosis and latent anger. Then there are the friends I have which I feel like I know from all of our cyber corespondance, but haven't actually met (which is just twisted and weird on so many levels). Ah, friendless in Moose Jaw.
What if this is my fate? Turns out we aren't going to rent the house (too many reasons to count) and so I am going to be moving here. How does one make friends? Good friends? How do I create super close female friendships when I am 31 and living in my old hometown that I have denounced half of my life? Who is going to understand my love of blogging or metaphysics or lindyhopping? Who will I go shopping for lip gloss with when Leon is being a jerk? Who, in Moose Jaw, will want to spend night drinking tea and talking about philosophy? Oh GOD! I am scaring myself with every letter I type...
In Vancouver, I seduced friends into moving there. Can't make new friends? Import old ones! But who is going to move to Moose Jaw? I will answer that for you...no one. Not unless I create some amazing theatre company that pays a million dollars a week and can guarantee them all starring roles. ***okay, I am now calling all of my girlfriends all over the country on my skype while I write this blog and am only getting voice mail. pathetic and desperate. and kinda funny.***
Well, I suppose, for now, I won't worry about it. I have enough things on my list to put into place and my time in BC in December will be chalk full of socializing. Moose Jaw will just have to work itself out. For now, getting healthy, getting the tour done and getting paid is my priority.
***And OH I just found a friend that is home and willing to talk to me. See! Stalking does work!***
Suddenly talking to my MacBook doesn't seem as appealing and thus I sign off.
"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."
- Charles Caleb Colton
Tonight I am missing my friends. My girlfriends, to be exact. I hung out with a couple of high school gal pals the other night and it was amazing. Having Lee to hang with, too, is great. But you know those night when there doesn't seem to be anyone in your life that you just call and really TALK to? I stare at my computer and wonder how in the hell I can have 350+ facebook friends, but not one true soul to bear witness? Leon and mom are watching movie, Leanne's off to Saskatoon for the weekend, I missed a call from another friend and all my other ones are out or working. Then there are those friends which I have alienated with my neurosis and latent anger. Then there are the friends I have which I feel like I know from all of our cyber corespondance, but haven't actually met (which is just twisted and weird on so many levels). Ah, friendless in Moose Jaw.
What if this is my fate? Turns out we aren't going to rent the house (too many reasons to count) and so I am going to be moving here. How does one make friends? Good friends? How do I create super close female friendships when I am 31 and living in my old hometown that I have denounced half of my life? Who is going to understand my love of blogging or metaphysics or lindyhopping? Who will I go shopping for lip gloss with when Leon is being a jerk? Who, in Moose Jaw, will want to spend night drinking tea and talking about philosophy? Oh GOD! I am scaring myself with every letter I type...
In Vancouver, I seduced friends into moving there. Can't make new friends? Import old ones! But who is going to move to Moose Jaw? I will answer that for you...no one. Not unless I create some amazing theatre company that pays a million dollars a week and can guarantee them all starring roles. ***okay, I am now calling all of my girlfriends all over the country on my skype while I write this blog and am only getting voice mail. pathetic and desperate. and kinda funny.***
Well, I suppose, for now, I won't worry about it. I have enough things on my list to put into place and my time in BC in December will be chalk full of socializing. Moose Jaw will just have to work itself out. For now, getting healthy, getting the tour done and getting paid is my priority.
***And OH I just found a friend that is home and willing to talk to me. See! Stalking does work!***
Suddenly talking to my MacBook doesn't seem as appealing and thus I sign off.
"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."
- Charles Caleb Colton
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