My Weird Friend Is Normal NowI have one friend that I was once very close with. I love her dearly, I always will. We shared everything for a couple of decades. At one point in our lives, we were closer than our next heart beats. Now, on the rare occasion that I pass her on the street, (for the coffee chats, phone calls and emails ceased a while back) she tells me that she is as "spiritual as cardboard" and I am sad about this. What do you say to a statement like this? We were once spiritual explorers together, we were adventurers, we could talk all night long (and did) about all things unseen, all things hoped for, all things dreamed of, all things ethereal and esoteric.We were weird together, and we celebrated this fact.
Our minds were wide open and our souls were hungry and eager, we shared an oddly sacred kind of merry magick with one another.
Now, we stand at an end cap in Wal-Mart and chat for ten pleasant, poignant minutes. I feel her discomfort, her busy-ness, her need to pull out of my eyes, and get back to HER normal world and away from me. She won't connect, she won't be weird with me anymore. I grief long and hard after each one of these soul-less encounters. We were the oddest two human females in the county (together) for so long...she was the only woman I knew that was more weird than I, and she was far more interesting than I....she made me think hard, she made me consider more than what I could see and feel. She inspired me like no one else. I loved her for that reason.
Where did she go? We had no argument, no parting of the ways, not even a mild disagreement, not even a waning of shared interests that I can mark with time. Our lives simply began to become untangled. To lose a shared weirdness has been a wounding loss of inspiration for me, and this parting leaves me feeling deserted and confused.