A Blog in which a Recluse Makes a Friend

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Today, I made a friend. No shit, the hermit made another friend.

Okay, technically, I knew her already but not really. We went to high school together and that shit really doesn’t count as knowing each other. I didn’t know me in high school, much less anyone else. We saw each other at my friend Lynsie’s wedding, and there was that weird moment it when unrepentant weirdos meet and recognize each other. It’s a lot like when two immortals come in contact in Highlander, but without the swords and beheading.

It was so weird because I can’t remember having a single conversation with her in high school. I’ve honestly forgotten a lot of high school. I’m not saying I have repressed memories; it’s more like I’m aware I only have so much room on my brain hard drive, and I chose to dump high school social memories as useless files. Let’s be even more honest, they mostly were.

Anyway, Jennifer fell into the clump of girls I thought of as ‘the normal white girls.’ They were socially adept and did their own thing and weren’t weird like me. Seriously, I looked at her today and said, “You used to be a normal white girl.” She laughed.

We’ve somehow became very similar. I don’t know how that shit happened.

She calls her braces her grill.

She sat on her couch, drinking earl grey tea, crocheting in a gramma shawl while listening to Dr. Dre.

Fucking awesome.

I mean, I’m about as not ghetto as one can get, and the only rap I listen to is Steam Punk Victorian rap, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate anyone who does handicrafts, prepares for the zombie apocalypse, reads, and listens to 90s gangsta rap.  Oh, yeah, she might actually swear more than I do. I didn’t think that was possible.

Life is so much better when your give a shit breaks, and you allow you to be you. There are other lessons in there, but I haven’t had my nap today.