"Hold a true friend with both your hands." -- Nigerian Proverb
My bilingual nature is beginning to show its weakness.
Lately I have been frustrated trying to share my thoughts en espanol because my command of the language is stunted to that of a 4 year old.
Oh well.
So I hate this upcoming day...the 14th when we should all be visiting our friends who have been unjustly jailed for their faith and instead has been hijacked to mean pink and red and chocolate and roses and if you're single and not in school where everyone gives Valentines, then you are a loser.
So I thought of friendship. And in my case friends have proven the family resource that my family hasn't always had. Being 3000 miles aways, my family hasn't always been able to help me in my struggle, because they couldn't bridge the distance immediately. So the Bay Area has shown me much love. The people I have met here myself and through friends of friends have fed, housed, and clothed me. They hear me out, let me cry, let me share my ideas, and take my gloved hands away from my cheeks as I pummel myself to the ground, shadowboxing myself.
So this goes out to the friends, near and far. The ones who've heard and let me cry and those who let me laugh by sharing their ridiculous adventures.
You know that I am a sucker for stories.
And music. I am also a sucker for music.
And for those who tell me they would never ever set me up with their friends, because they don't know anyone good enough for me in their circle...I appreciate that you're thinking of me and please allow me to think for myself.
1 comment:
Ah yes... Black Wednesday. Last year I spent it bowling with a friend with whom I later had a wicked falling out. So I think this year, I will spend the lovely day on my own, probably grading or working on the dissertation or business plan.
And E, if I had any friends to set you up with, I would. I've got your back. :-)
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