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Permanent LinkPosted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 3:32 pm 
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I always wanted a diary when I was a girl. I had visions of filling the pages with my innermost thoughts and feelings, and then rereading the words later in life and being in awe of the insights that were sure to be within. The reality, of course, is that days and then weeks and months would go by between entries, and even that was mostly the day to day minutiae of childhood.

Still - a lot of what we know of history comes from personal writings - diaries and letters between friends and allies. I doubt people would learn much from reading my little journal... perhaps a little more from my blogs and writings such as this, but still it's mostly just whatever thought pops into my head. Some of it is interesting, and some is just me working through my thoughts. I enjoy it though - for the most part, I find it helpful, and I'm usually cheered when I read back through previous entries.

One thing I've been thinking a lot about lately is friendship, and how it affects our various relationships. There are a lot of different kinds of friends, of course. There are your lifelong friends... those people who knew you way back when, that grew up with you, and share your history. They're the ones who understand and will reminisce about things that others simply can't.

Then there are the friends that share the now. They might work with you or have kids the same age as yours. Maybe they're neighbours. They will listen to your stories and share their own, and maybe they will shift into the lifer category too... with any luck.

Finally, there's the last kind of friend, and for me, my least favourite. They're the ones who will gleefully point out all your faults... for your own good, of course. They won't want to listen to any explanation from you, nor are they interested letting you know they've noticed your good traits. They pride themselves on their brutal honesty... not aware that they're in truth honestly brutal.

I treasure my gold friends, even though we don't always get a chance to see each other. I'm deeply appreciative of my silver friends - I hope I brighten their days as much as they brighten mine. The others.... more often than not they make me cry.


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Permanent LinkPosted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:47 pm 

Making one think again Lily.
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Permanent LinkPosted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 1:47 pm 

Very nice ponderings and so much truth. And I think a lot about my friends in general. To me - cultivating friendships and keeping in touch with both family and friends is paramount in life. Mostly because I suppose I moved so much and I have a huge family.

I always wanted to keep a diary. Had one at age 11. I looked back it had only half a dozen entries in one year and it didn't say much. "New skates for Christmas. Went skating today in Lynns backyard, when to the rink, saw so and so", I guess it was all about those new skates at that time. btw which I still own and can fit. A few entries about liking a "mystery" person. Now I wonder who the person might have been?

Oh, why were we so secretive in a secret diary. (Maybe having 5 sisters will do that to a person).

Like you as I got older, many of my thoughts are expressed in hundreds of letters sent to family and friends over the years. And yes I would write lengthy ones many times, but always with protocol. I also write out my thoughts when something needs to be sorted through in a relationship. I have had short "journals" at times, but nothing consistant. I save many letters and cards (from others) and some University papers that had personal philosophies or stories. I take them out from time to time, look back to where I was at, it becomes very revealing and yes it can give one a real sense of joy to look back and remember. In a way I wish we had internet back then, I would have saved all my letters to others and there were hundreds, perhaps I could have pieced together a book/journal.

Neighbours: In my mind, one should make sure to be cordial and a good neighbour, however, I always understood that living next door to someone does not mean one has to automatically be good friends. But being a good neighbour will make one a friend indeed.

So true about your musings about friends and analogy. One can tell the truth to a friend, but there is a secret art to this as well. And one normally knows their own "truths" very well anyway. Trusted friends is what we accumulate, those who are constantly negative and critical (are they friends?). A friend should never make one feel inadequate, or ever make one cry, unless it is over a personal situation of hurt, loss or sentiment.

I hope all your friends become like gold and silver in life. But remember, some are like copper - like new pennies, all shiny and a whole way to start discovering that new friends will be made throughout life in ways that may surprise us.

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