There are four people who I have kept in contact with, somewhat, since leaving that old job. I worked there eight years. Should I have come away with more friends? I should have kept in contact with more of them? It’s just pure laziness. Or, it’s mostly laziness…plus something else. I don’t know…shame? The insatiable urge to only look forward? The lack of time? I have a lot of people to keep track of – family, I mean. Enough family -with enough issues- to keep me fully engaged.
Four friends, after eight years. Is that a good ratio? One friend for every two years at that crummy outfit? By friends, I mean: I’ve told them my whole story. I’ve gotten drunk with them. I have trusted them, and they have come through for me. They have trusted me, and I have come through for them. We have had our outs. We have had our ins. I could pretty much say anything to them and they wouldn’t be surprised or alarmed.