walking tall(er)
Sunday was very strange. I spent the whole morning walking around my pad in my never-before-worn 3-inch Gucci wedges, all in an attempt to reintroduce my calves to high heels (after many months of wearing only flats). I walked in ‘em Guccis while making my coffee, eating toasts, changing my sheets, dusting my closet, and watching the first season of 30 Rock.
Then at around 1 pm, I got a text message from a friend who was apparently more bored than I was. He was proposing coffee and dinner.
I thought to myself, “Well, I could stay in and wait until I develop hammertoes, bunions, and degenerative changes in my knee joints, or I can spend the afternoon chatting with friends about failed Marxism.”
The Guccis came flying off my feet. I was with this friend and this friend two hours later, enjoying coffee and cakes – in the rain :) It was a happy kind of pointlessness.
Good friends make you walk taller like no $900-shoes can.
posted by Ingrid C. at 2:01 PM
2 Comments:
awwwww. true friends really make you walk taller, in so many ways. they bring you back to reality without diminishing your dreams. they remind you that you are a far greater person than you lead yourself to believe. they make you walk taller because they look out for you- making sure you don't lose your integrity.
that's the irony of our friendship: we ground one another from self-delusion, and we help, in many inexplicable ways, one another to soar in our own chosen worlds.
and in between, we laugh hard--the "happy kind of pointlessness."
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