Not Quite A Friend
There’s a woman who belongs to the same circle of friends as I do. I don’t particularly like this woman.
I don’t like her politics. I don’t like most of her opinions. We don’t enjoy the same hobbies. We have little in common.
But she lost someone close to her and yesterday was the sad anniversary of his passing.
She met up with the rest of us, as always. She was outwardly cheerful.
A lot of us do that.
We pretend we are okay. We go through the motions. We smile. We even laugh. We continue to participate in all our little activities. They are necessary distractions. They help. But they hurt too.
I say that we have little in common.
But we have THAT in common.
That we go on with our lives, and keep our pain in check.
Don’t we all have that in common?
As she was leaving our little get-together. I took her in my arms and hugged and kissed her.
It was brief.
After all, I don’t really like her.
I thought perhaps she could use some affection.
Because I could use some.
We have that in common.
Maybe I like her a little.