Monday, July 7, 2008

Hmmm. . . .

I can't think of anything to write except "Well, this sucks."

So, there's that.

Also, it occurs to me that a true friend will talk to you, saying anything just to fill the airtime, while you weep in a public bathroom.

I always seem to be tongue tied in that situation, when I'mthe consoling friend. It's one of the reasons I love Jessica Fletcher - yeah, I'm working in a Murder, She Wrote plug here - because she always knows just what to say, whether she walks in on a married couple fighting or the tail end of a tryst.

Me? I never know what to say. I was so impressed that at one point I was able to sort of step back and marvel at how they are able to just keep talking, quietly, fiercely, consoling, comforting, advising, in a steady stream of words that flowed seamlessly. I wonder if they outline before they do it, or if they have talking points like politicians who comment after a debate.

I do not wish to treat friendships daintily,
but with the roughest courage.
When they are real,
they are not glass threads or frost-work,
but the solidest thing we know.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

1 comment:

SaRaH said...

one cannot and should not argue with emerson. my fav is "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." Tomorrow IS a new day and I just know you'll begin it with "too high a spirit".