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I am becoming an embittered, snobbish bitch, and I find that as I age, I don't really care so much. Optimism should be reserved for the girls in their early 20s that my ex-boyfriends date immediately after they break up with me.

I am, at present, trying to transfer some of my feelings about family and relationships to my friends. I have a lot of great adult friends, and their inherent greatness was made evident to me yet again this Saturday in my fiction class. This is also how I know I'm a huge snob.

My fiction class is a mixed bag of people because it's a Saturday "evening" class. There are other adults with full-time jobs, as well as regular students. It's an odd assortment, and I think that can be a good thing. It can also, at times, be quite painful. The level of discourse isn't always exactly what I would hope for. In order that I may not seem like a complete ass, I have compiled a list of things that people have never heard of:
  • waiting for Godot (Go-dot)
  • Zane Grey or Louis L'Amour
  • Sartre (Sar-trey)
  • Camus (Came-us)
  • Kierkegaard
  • daguerreotypes
  • film or roman noir
  • And someone asked if they "still make whiskey?"
What I really want to know is, what do people know about? These are not unintelligent people. I don't mean to imply that at all, but these are people who clearly know about things so totally outside my realm of experience that it boggles the mind. I still find it astounding how similar we all are and yet so simultaneously different. These are individuals with mental lives so different than mine that it's like we're speaking different languages sometimes.

And what I took from all that was how grateful I am for my friends. People who accept me, like me, care about me, and who I can talk to. How amazing is it to find people who you have things in common with, who speak the same language as you? It's a really special thing, and not one to be taken lightly. And no, I'm not drinking.

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Briana said…
I agree - friends are just family that you were able to choose for yourself. I think some drinking (amongst friends) is in order to celebrate. Your whiskey or mine?
March 9, 2010 at 6:30 PM
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