one night, not so long ago, my friend and compadre, let’s call her, l-l_kb, sat up and spoke, honestly, and purged our hurts about things that irked us, over rosa tomatoes and cigarettes, thank god for the interwebs. the vitriolic reigned against the societal demands, riling against fuckwittage, and it healed me and freed me, more than she will ever know. we bashed apart some paradigms and past thought processes, and decimated some common beliefs. it made me strong, brave and most of all, it made me realise that i am never alone.
i kept this convo for a long, long time. i go back to it every day, it keeps me sane sometimes, and it always amazes me how someone who is clearly so insanely clever and articulate, could be friends with generally incoherent, short me.
the one thing that sticks with me, daily, is not how ugly we got about things that irked us, but this line, paraphrased here this evening:
it is not about how RIGHT you are for each other but how well do your NEUROSES work together.
of all the things i will ever love you for l-l_kb, that line is what will always come first.