A friend stopped by today for lunch who I haven’t caught up with in a long time. She’s someone who always makes me laugh out loud. I am not quite sure why my schedule doesn’t afford time with friends enough, time to sit and lunch and laugh, or even time in general – but I’m sure I’m not the only one afflicted by this phenomenon.
The other day, I confirmed I was going on my girl’s trip again this year – at first, I didn’t think we could a) afford it, b) have time for it, or c) it was necessary. But you know what, I love that trip and I need it – I love chatting and laughing about shoes/clothes/weight/hair/life with a bunch of women who I only see once or twice a year – I love sitting on the deck with a bunch of gossip magazines and fashion magazines – it is all good for the soul. I have not come away from one of these girl’s trips without feeling like I learned something about myself and others even if we are mostly talking about the banal.
The other day, another girlfriend stopped by and she said it was good for her to have girlfriends because she was driving her man crazy with her nonstop talking. She said she actually felt like she could see in his eyes a need to flee her as if she was stalking him asking him where he was going, what he was thinking, what he was doing. We found ourselves around the kitchen counter talking with a few other women about how teenagers take the joy out of parenting, how men don’t listen, and how wanting to have a baby was both insane and sane simultaneously.