I was just thinking about this person from MA yesterday and the day before, and today I found she called and left me a voice mail. I suppose the holidays makes people sentimental for friends from the past. I’ll have to tell her tomorrow that I am still in Boulder, so, no chance for a booty call. I’m no good at inventing names (for blog purposes) and this is the third person whose name begins with the letter K, so I’m just really screwed as far as being able to write clearly. Suffice to say she’s a friend from my former home. I wonder how she is. I plan to call.
Mind you, the other letter Ks in my life I value much too. Each K is different, each brings forth a different sense of my self. One K I believe was potentially a whole different potential future (now passed), so I am in a resulting way somewhat intrigued by her future (now solo), as if observing another reality playing out…which is exactly what it is doing, really. And another K is already living her future pretty well enough. And then this K who called me, I don’t know what is up with her. I mention all that because for some reason I don’t want the K who I know reads this blog to feel my mentioning or being sentimental about another K devalues how I see her K. (Yeah as if I generate jealousy…I’m so deluded).