You know how when you step on gum, you can’t get it completely off? Your favorite shoes are never quite the same because part of the yuck stays with you wherever you go? Like you’ve tarnished your sole?

That’s kinda how my soul feels about an school friend “B” who has now come back to haunt me where I volunteer in the ER. Six years have past, we’ve both become adults (supposedly) and the guy who came between us is probably in some residential facility, or wearing an orange jumpsuit or pumping gas in Oxnard. Clearly he’s not a part of her life or my life, but for some reason his past connection has had an indelible effect on our frenemy-ship.  Sad…  

Sticky Situations

I’d be fine to let things go and start out fresh, but she’s more comfortable holding onto the anger – which is unfortunate, uncomfortable and annoying. And what’s weird is — sometimes when we run into each other in the hospital hallway for a moment, we forget we’re supposed to be mad at each other. There’s a quick flash of how we used to be when we were close. But then she shuts down and gets snotty and it all comes back.

We shared a lot of happy history. And then we didn’t. But now we’re stuck.

Too bad… there’s so much ahead that would be fun to share.

I miss that…

I miss her…

I wish I didn’t…