It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter
Marlene Dietrich
It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter
Marlene Dietrich
A happy ride on Saturday.
A day with friends and family at Richmond Park and South Bank.
Journey from bordering depression to bubbling with joy and optimism can sometimes be so simple, and so quick.
C’est la vie.
I have been thinking since the last few times we met; our time is in past. We have some excellent memories of times together, but share few, if any, interests any more, and are at very different stages in family life. Our view points about how to live life are now very different, as are our plans for the future.
It’s time to move on. Apart.
Let’s archive the fond memories, lest they be spoilt by more recent ones, and move on with our lives, away from each other.
All my imaginary friends are real people. I imagined them to be my friends, that’s all.
@sumants here
You move to college, make new friends but lose most school ones.
You get a job, make new friends but lose most college ones.
You commit / get married, start hanging out with more couples, lose most single friends.
You have kids, you start hanging out (if you ever can) with parents with kids, lose most child less friends.
Is friendship a zero sum game?
Listening to a playlist of about 20 songs while working. The only time I get stuck is when these few lines come up once every while.
Ma ne khat me kya likha tha
Jee tu jug jug ye likha tha
Chaar pal bhi jee naa paaya tuYaaron se nazrein mila le
Ek baar tu muskura de
Uth jaa saale yun satata hai kyun
Dunno if it’s me missing Ma, missing friends back home, missing home, or just the actual words used. Need to delete the song from playlist if I wish to continue working without getting any more senti… :(
A literal translation of the lyrics for my non-Hindi speaking readers:
What did Mom say in her letter?
Have a long life, she said
But you didn’t even live for 4 moments.Look into friends’ eyes
Smile once
Get up bastard, why do you bugger us so..
Context: One of 3 close friends living in a hostel is seriously ill and the other two are praying/singing for him to recover.
Song: Jaane nahin denge from the movie 3 idiots
They come for short visits, surround me with happy vibes, make me feel good, make me a social animal.
Then they leave, off to get lost in their busy lives, leaving me behind to wallow in my new-again loneliness.
It’s too hard. Not doing it again. All invitations now stand withdrawn.
Need a few friends who live nearby, drink and can speak easy with – starved of good conversations and regular alcohol.