This week I spoke to someone who I hadn't talked to in a while; it was sad, considering we were good friends at one point. Still, it left me thinking on our interpretations of things and how easy it is to reform friendships.
It was like his mind did not stick. He roamed freely from one subject to the next: we discussed the beauty of staplers, wishes, outer space, foxes, and Santa hats...all in a matter of 20 minutes.
"So who'd you vote for most unusual," he nonchalantly asked, in reference to our senior superlatives. "Um, you, of course," I said with a smile that was returned, "And R.C. for the girl category." "Oh?! She is weird! Thank God it was her, because I've heard so many people voting for A.M.--who's weird but not in the same way I am, if you know what I mean. People should be more careful with their labels," he responded.
And I did know what he meant. He's unusual in the interesting kind of way. The type of person who never ceases to surprise you because one day he's fixated on unicycles and the next he's mastering the art of the Rubik cube (while he's blindfolded). His mind does not stick; and these days, that's unusual.
"I do, I mean, I know; I thought the same thing, actually,"I responded after a short period of silence.
A few more seconds passed before he said, "And I voted you for most dependable, because, you always were."
Deus ex machina is the literary term for when something conveniently happens in a play that was unforeseen. I don't know if I'm using this in the right context, but it's what I thought of when someone unexpectedly called his name and he had to leave; it was like in a scripted movie. But with that brief conversation, it felt that awkward period had never existed, like we were still close friends and 10 years old.
pee. ess. have a great time in colombia, L.
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