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There's nothing weirder than saying goodbye. I don't mean the half-hearted goodbyes that you exchange when you, say, head to the grocery store, or go out for a walk, or really anywhere where you know the person you were just speaking to is only a several second phone call and reasonable driving distance away-I'm talking about the hugging so long that bystanders feel a little awkward, promise to keep in touch sort of goodbyes that only occur a handful of times in a person's life.
This evening, in a heart wrenching/warming occurrence of events I met one of my oldest, knew-me-when-I-was-in-kindergarten-and-ate-glue friends for a walk around Hawthorne Street, which I love for its ability to host more hippies than Woodstock and the prevalence of seemingly useless, purchasable items composed entirely of hemp. We've never lived farther than walking distance apart, and I'm not quite sure I know how to exist without that geographic link-and given my complete inability to express myself in a non-self-promotional way via any modern form of nonverbal communication-corresponding social connection.
In less self-assured moments, I've also doubted whether I possess adequate social skills to make new friends at this stage in my life (because making friends was just so much easier before I knew how to formulate complete sentences. Typical blogger? I think so.) Upon meeting new people, I tend to either blabber about overly personal subjects like how the toilet was stopped up in my house that morning, or space out and stare overly intensely, or suddenly realize that all verbal functions on my part have been completely disabled. Yeah, I'm actually that awkward.
Given that today could be more or less my last time hanging out with someone not blood related to me for a while , I decided to maximize walkability in my clothing choices and opted for flat (at least flat by my 6-inch heel standard) boots and a simple, incredibly breezy, somewhat indecently deep arm-holed tank top that functions as a dress on my vertically challenged frame that proved for once to be a logical choice given today's nearly 100 degree barometric reading. One year ago, I never would have guessed that I would be moving to Los Angeles, or saying goodbye to people I've known since kindergarten, or even wearing situational appropriate shoes for that matter. Go figure.