Conversations

Late night phone conversations prevented me from watching CSI last Wednesday night. It's okay. I like meeting new friends, new people and finding out new things. And I always marvel at how different we all seem to be, yet have so many things in common with other people.



I also get to chat with another friend. As usual, our conversation drifted to her ex boyfriend. And as usual, I'm up to my ears analyzing and second-guessing her feelings and intentions. Sometimes, I just speak the truth, and more often than not, the truth hurts. I don't mean to be hurtful, but sometimes, I just cannot help myself whenever I get into my amateur psychologist mode.



Then, Thursday night, I get to see two old friends, Vane and RV after more than six months of not seeing each other. I thought Vane is going to bring her current flame, and since RV always brings his, I expected to be the fifth wheel. I don't mind. I used to think I will mind, and will feel uncomfortable and all, but I think my friends know me better than I know myself. RV said I could never be fifth wheel; because I thrive on these cozy get-togethers and conversations over coffee, and that I do always find a way to be the center of their attention.



Well, I did find a way. And even though Vane didn't bring her boyfriend, I don't think I'll be uncomfortable. Although part of me wish I can also have someone to cozy up to while talking to my friends, reminiscing about college days and thinking of future plans, I am just not the type to dwell on negative issues when I can forget about it for a little while and just enjoy the company. Once a month is enough time to think about issues, and other negative things. Besides, I'm already a bit of a hypochondriac; I think that's enough panicking for one person.



I did have a story to tell them and I did become the center of attention. As predicted, RV understood, as long as I don’t get hurt emotionally, or get blindsided in the feelings department, or that I’m not full of regrets, then it’s okay with him. When one wonders how a girl and a guy can talk about anything and everything, then he should hear RV and I.



We don’t get to see each other a lot, but as RV said, that’s the beauty of our friendship. When we see each other, we talked as if no 6 months have gone by. The best thing about it is that we get to tell each other six months worth of stories, I get to tease RV, and RV gets to lecture me.



Ah, I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in this world.