disclaimer: if you already vomit in your mouth a little at the kim, dominique, and stereo love triangle on the twitters then you may just want to skip this post and hey, it’s totally ok. i am not one to usually read on about people’s schmoopy schmoop either so it’s all good.
i mean, the internet in general has been pretty amazing this year. there’s a whole cool twittercrew from last year’s reverb that’s developed, and that’s neat. i was on the fringes of the reverb game last year so i wasn’t aware of them then. twitter has even helped me grow a relationship with a new friend (hi, shakti!) who i don’t get to see all that often, because life is busy. and of course, there are several new friends at work that i’m grateful for.
the thing is, i’d lost hope. i would look around me and feel so far away from these people who have had the same friends since 5th grade, or are still really close with their college friends. it seemed like everyone was just flourishing in these friend circles, while mine was splintering. the people i had held onto seemed busy and wrapped up in their own worlds, and i didn’t feel relevant anymore. i thought i’d exhausted my lifetime supply of kindreds and that was that. better hold on to what i’ve got now, because the friend conveyor belt has turned off. i was working hard on learning to deal with this fact and it hurt. a lot.
and i was so wrong. you know there are those people, that you read and you think, post after post, “i get this and i appreciate just the fact that the person who wrote this exists.” stereo and i started reading each other during last year’s reverb and it was just like the wires clicked into place, and the lightbulbs went on, and within two weeks we were calling each other sisters across an ocean. i’m so proud to know her. she’s smart and witty and a big burst of color in the world.
and then there is kim, who is a woman of brilliance and snark and a frighteningly good writer (also, tea connoisseur and chef). stereo introduced us after reverb, and again, the pieces fell together. when i took the moment (ok, day) to read her blog archives – i realized how lucky i was to already be in the door, because if i wasn’t, i would have started banging on it with a gavel.
i struggled to write those last two paragraphs because i can’t do these women justice, and i can’t properly express my gratitude that the new friendship machine wasn’t actually closed to me forever. it was a small personal miracle for me, and i’m thankful every day for it, and for them.