Old friends

There is a saying that goes something like, "You can't make new, old friends." I am TERRIBLE at keeping in touch with people. This week I have been able to reconnect with an old favorite mission companion--I am lucky enough to have two (You were missed, Mary!) and my two best friends from high school. I love that no matter how long it's been, it always feels the same. You can't just make a new friend that you have known for--20--or in Chrissy's case 30 years!!

Chrissy, Marianne & Me

I like this picture because we are all laughing at the absolute mayhem that is going on around us... Here is a cute picture of the mayhem--I mean offspring of ours--minus the kid in the red shirt. Not too bad for 3 wannabe hippies from the 90's!It's not like that with all my old friends. Facebook, as much as I love it, also makes me realize there are some old friends that make me feel insecure, or drained when I talk to them--or even angry and frustrated just by seeing their name! Why can't I delete them? Why do I still agree to play dates? Am I scared? I think I'm scared they will see that I deleted them and then...I won't be popular anymore. Ja-know-what-I-mean? Why do I keep these people in my life? (Obviously none of these people even know about my blog...that I write to myself...)

Then there are others that I still have not looked for yet, or haven't been able to find, or I see them once every couple of years. It kinda makes me sad. Why do I let so much time go by without tracking them down? Why aren't they tracking me down? grrrr. So much of my life is in memories they may have of me--because we all know I can't remember any of it. My memory really sucks.

You can't make new, old friends. It was a good week.