I miss singing in choir! Darn it. I also miss drama; the golden years of The Last Stop and The Princess Bride! Although, as my darling Genevieve pointed out, I've never actually played a good guy/girl. My roles have always been thus: narrator, or bad guy - once both. Usually male. Which isn't really a compliment!
I feel quite cheated that I never got to sing my last solo with choir. Stupid cold, taking my voice away. Somebody should invite me back to perform! :-P Also quite curious to see the new teacher - in all the nine years (nine years! That's half my life!) that I was a part of 'Umbrella A Cappella' (as we used to call it) we had three teachers and they were all women. So a guy teacher is quite an intriguing idea. I don't think I've ever been taught by a guy in anything, come to think of it, except guitar. Which isn't really surprising for a homeschooler like myself.
I don't know a lot of guys, whilst we're talking in that vein, which is actually quite an embarrassing confession to make - I sound like quite the sheltered cotton-wrapped baby! But it is quite a problem in some ways - I don't know a lot about boys in general, besides what a girl can learn by studying her brothers! But with brothers you see basically the raw material - what guys are like, pretty much, in real life - brothers (mine, at least) don't bother to put on a big show and act all bizarre and stupid like non-related teenage boys do in social situations. So please, guys, just be honest and act like sane beings or you bore and confuse me annoyingly.
I've been keeping an interested eye (as I always do) on the friendships around me, and I've noticed something lately. We're all being a lot more vocal than of old. This, of course, stems from some of us being so much separated than we're used to - but this can't be the only reason. I sometimes lately feel like one of those near-death-experience folks who feel a deep need to go around hugging people and telling them I love them ever so much. Which is an impulse the world needs more of. I can't analyse it. So, 'although it's been said, many times, many ways', I love you all dearly. I love you, my friends, (and, if you're wondering sadly if I mean you, then, yes, I do).
You know who you are.
If I've ever had a three hour phone conversation with you then I really love you tons. Because unless I love you (or you're a call centre putting me on hold - which doesn't count) the conversation will last a functional five minutes. I hate phones.
If we've talked and talked into the small hours of the morning regardless of time, I. Love. You.
If you can make me laugh with just a twitch of your eyebrows and seem to read my mind, please know that I love you, dear.
If you know when to just keep hugging me, I love you. I miss you.
If you listen and understand me, I love you.Understanding bridges all the gaps - not that we have many.
More embarrassing confessions (perhaps I shouldn't blog late at night). I miss you all most of the time and wish we could all live in a great big hippie commune. I actually get nervous when you get new friends because I worry you'll not need me around. I am, seriously, right here if you need me. I think about you every day and pray for you. I love you.
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