life in living room

Tonight I was able to unwind in someone's home listening to consequently, Starbucks' debut CD entitled, "Unwinding," where there was conversation that took place over a meal of creamy maranara pasta and cheese & crackers, on whether being independent is something that fends off men or attract them. 

With the opposite sex as the primary topic, there I was, in a room beside one 40 yr. old beautiful and successful woman, another woman, 22 who shares the same values. Singleness it seemed, became a topic that no one but us three could understand. In the living room with coffee and concern about our minor and major self-worths and obtrusive dreams, truth was spoken and I don't think I've ever experienced such a delightful heaviness. 

Friends are so pertinent to my everyday capabilities of moving through the hours, that it seems impossible I get up in the morning without any prior contact or warning. It's interesting to have other people reveal truths about you. Though it goes straight to the heart, it also swells it so dang well. Friends are a necessity. 

I guess this past week, it's been neat to experience sadness from both ends of the marital spectrum. I think it's when we are down we can all finally relate, and I guess that is why I like being down purposefully 60% of the time.  And this is merely a tangent, because I am by no means down, but I'm heavy. I don't know whether it's the kinks I need to progress in fixing and healing or if it's the kinks in others that I spend my grandiose time on focusing that has got me walking much slower these days, but I am heavy. 

But all the more, I am beloved.