Silver Vs. Gold
New Friends Vs. Old Friends
I was telling my favorite 30 year-old man yesterday that I feel myself at a place in my life that I only crave to be with people who already love me. At this point, I said, I just feel even less interested in making new friends. Perhaps this is me getting older. I just want to be with people who I know will love me no matter what.
On another note, lately I have been sick. That same 30-year-old man I mentioned above, has a habit of affectionately calling me a sick-denyer. By that he means when I’m sick I won’t admit it, i.e. I deny that I’m sick. Yesterday we were in his living room with his two dogs, Ramona and Karen, talking about my sick-denying. I said to him, “I just don’t want to be a wuss.”
He looked at Ramona and Karen, laying there asleep, and quipped, “Girls, do you care if Eva’s a wuss?” He then turned to me and shared the verdict, “Eva, none of us care if you’re a wuss.”
I thought that was super.