"Smoker's Friendships," Cocktail Parties, Quiet Desperation

December 31, 2008

I'm losing my resolve.

Told the first internet correspondent, my cousin, my plans. She was really saddened by it — not at all what I expected. We have really reconnected via Gmail chat.
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What to do about weather? I will really miss NEXRAD.
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The internet is like New York — the best and worst of everything.
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An "internet break" is like a bathroom break: no one will knock on your door for ten minutes (or a year).
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I'm wondering if some of my friends will be like my friends when I smoked — back then we knew each other because we smoked outside together, bummed cigarettes off each other. We always knew we could find someone with matches. When the smoking went away, so did the friends. We needed each other so support our habits, and could tolerate each others' habit of smoking as long as we both maintained our own.
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Talked to Mom; she mentioned cocktail parties, which she no longer enjoys. Great place to meet people but no longer enjoys them now that she sees the same people every time.
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My neighbor Brenda, a writer, was very supportive today. We had a great chat. She mentioned Thoreau's quote: "Most men live lives of quiet desperation."