During the upheaval of the last year, I have made friends, and I have lost them. It's the two that I have lost that I find myself thinking about this evening. I don't lose friends easily. I like to think that I'm a good friend. I'm loyal, and generous with my time and affection. Of course, I'm also a bit needy. Or I can be.

The two friends I have lost represented very different things in my life. I find myself unable to write about one of them, but the other- well, it turns out that he wasn't really my friend- he took advantage of me in a pretty terrible way. After weeks of drama, and trauma, I finally found the strength to cut the cord. It was the first time that I have actively friendship-dumped anyone. And it was tremendously difficult. And yet, months later, I don't regret that decision at all. That person now falls into that category of "somebody that I used to know"... which, in its own way, is kind of sad. But I suppose it's also how life goes. People come and go in our lives. And in most cases, there is not an active break- more often, friendships seem to fade naturally over time. Although these days, I am loathe to let anyone go.... Tenacious, this one.

Anyway, I was going to ramble on with my treatise on friendship, but I find myself not in the mood. Time to scrounge up some food, instead...