I Despise Homework

I chatted with four of my dearest Austinites on Facebook tonight, and they each were so different in their characterization, their archetypes of a friend. The subject matter, voice, the use of punctuation; it was all so indicative of their personalities and my own.

Preethi: the convo started out with a set of apologies, of course: I for writing a bitter letter last night, her for accidentally typing "LOL" in response due to her multiple conversations. We discussed our future presidential campaign and discovered the identity of Helen Hunt. After I became the morose Romantic and she the absentminded neutrally supportive friend, she had to leave in order to keep up her reputation of never going to bed after midnight on a school night. We said we loved each other in a dorky way.

Maddie: she immediately came out and said she had to tell me and only something or she would burst. After she revealed her secret to me, I awwwwwed and smiled and promised not to share it or to judge, which I have, of course, kept up. We marveled at our similarities in situations though we were clearly not as identical as we believed and said I love you a million times. She tried to juggle comforting me and my life while expounding on the trouble with her life. She too, had to sleep, and she, naturally, said "I love you" before I got picked up.

Gina: what a glorious ginger. I had actually debated against talking to her, what with I being far too awkward and shy right as she said hello first. We discovered that we both weren't doing homework like we were supposed to, no surprise there with us two. We went through the small talk and both apologized for being atrocious conversationalists. We then expounded on our lives and decided that it seemed like neither had really changed in the way we were, fundamentally. She disappeared without a trace. I wouldn't be surprised if the service was wonky at her house; that always seemed to be our case during our late night talks.

Kristian: I just love him to death. We talked about men. We talked about memories. We talked about the origins of our friendship and he guessed what faces I was making during our convo guessing correctly, down to the details. He was mostly right, and I was mostly impressed by his accuracy and love for me. All he had to say to properly end the convo was to quote the lyrics of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand."

I'm so lucky to have such a varied set of friends. Thank you for respecting me and my friendships. I am just so grateful for this wonderful menagerie of people I love. Good night.