Secrets
January 16, 2008 | Filed under: Humdrum, Just Add Alcohol
“But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.” ~Dinah Craik
On Saturday night Marci and I did our usual Georgetown gallivanting; crepes, wine and vodka. After half a glass of wine, I started divulging shit like she had a gun to my head or she was going to smash the bottle of Tempranillo on the ground (Can you picture it all slow motion like with me diving in front of the bottle to cushion it’s blow to the cold hardwood floors?) I swear all she had to do was look at me quizzically and it bore me down on the spot. When it comes to keeping things to myself I frankly suck at it. All it takes is one perfectly arched eyebrow to have me spewing. Though never about others and their secrets because a true narcissist knows that the Earth revolves around her. Duh. Despite that I’m very careful with whom I share things with and it’s as if I have some sort of sensor buried into my unconscious that knows exactly who to trust. Call it a by-product of being fucked over repeatedly by 7th grade ‘friends’. By the end of the evening, after grey goose was imbibed and boys were beaten off with a stick, we stood on Wisconsin Avenue debating and analyzing. Even if I know the answers are sometimes a little validation is needed from those that know me best. A good talk and gentle reminding or perhaps a good knock to the head; either way, I love in so many ways that I’ve surrounded myself with people who keep me honest and listen to my bitching about the most innocuous of things. Would it be cliché to say that we should all be so lucky?
Casey says:
This post sounds like something I would say. I forever catch myself ’singing like a canary’ and divulging absolutely EVERYTHING. I always admire and envy others that are listening, they are typically the ones that seem to know to keep their mouths shut and private lives well, private! Me on the other hand, I talk. And talk.
However, at other times I like to tell myself that its because I’m enjoyable to listen to (I usually receive a lot of laughs from my stories) and that I seem to have stronger emotions over things than others. If thats the case, I am glad for it. I would rather have have the highest ‘highs’ and the lowest ‘lows’ as to feel life, instead of the majority who are living their lives half-asleep. The result? I guess I feel the need to talk about it!
So how is DC these days? Ever go to Amy’s pizza?
Nic says:
I can’t shut up when I’m drunk. CANNOT. Is bad.
She Likes Purple says:
I suck at keeping things to myself too. It’s why the Internet knows far too much about me.
Angella says:
Ditto to She Likes Purple.
And cheers to great friends!
slynnro says:
I so need an evening like this. This makes me nostalgic for law school, where the drinks would flow as liberally as the overly-personal conversation.
No, really.
Bone says:
Haha. I don’t know why, but I cracked up picturing your friend getting quiet and staring you down, awaiting your next revelation
I liked the slo-mo imagery, too, pal.
nopasanada says:
Also, I neglected to mention the shit eating grin I had on my face the second she started to interrogate me. Apparently I’m really just that transparent. Who knew?!