Trisha and me - Easter 2008 |
Trisha is really a very complex person. She would say she isn't, but there are many layers to her. I could compare her to an onion, like Donkey does in Shrek, but I would describe her more like a seven layer salad. I love seven layer salad, it's so delicious... but I digress. Anyway, to know Trisha is to love her, or fear her... She is a loyal friend to the end (haha! I rhymed), but seriously...she is. She seems cold at first meeting, cold sounds harsh, but it is difficult to find a word that would describe her "top layer". Maybe guarded, impersonal... Yet, if you stick with her and dig in deeper, you will see she has rational to her views and thought processes. You have to dig underneath all of the "toppings" to find what she is really about - lettuce, yep, she's lettuce. No, not really, she's so much more than just salad. This isn't coming out right.
Let me start with how we met. Trisha and I met probably about eleven or twelve years ago. Our friendship began over a discussion pertaining to a "mutual friend". Come to find out, neither one of us particularly appreciated this person to the extent they probably would have liked us to. Anyway, our friendship grew slowly, but over the course of the following year it grew enough that we decided we would move into an apartment together. This was big, especially for Trisha because she is such a creature of structure and routine. (I am also, realized shortly after we began living together.) The next year was the best year of my entire life. I look back at those days sometimes and think, "If only we could be back in our little apartment, sitting on the couch, watching French Kiss or My Best Friend's Wedding, everything would be right again. My world would realign and fall back into the rotation that it should be instead of spinning wildly out of control." Shortly after, however, we both met our husbands, who were friends of each other, and then, we did what many friends do at that point in their lives, we went our separate ways. Don't get me wrong, we stayed close, but we moved on to have our own families, jobs, lives, etc.
Trisha and me - November 2008 |
I love Trisha because she lives in reality. Not the everything-is-going-to-turn-out-horrible reality, (which is what I generally turn to the minute something goes wrong) , just a you're-going-to-have-to-do-a-bit-of-work-to-get-where-you-want reality. I am the type of person who isn't necessarily naive, but I always want to expect the best out of everything. The world is a good place filled with well-meaning people who all care about each other, hopeful type of person. However, in contrast, my flip side generally expects the worst. When things are spiraling out of control, or something absurd is happening right before our very eyes, all I have to do is look at Trisha and a secret message is sent between the two of us, "Are you fucking kidding me??? Yep, I'm pretty sure that just happened." I have said before in The Divorce Instruction Book that I went crazy for a time during my divorce. Trisha is one of the reasons I was able to come back to reality. She put it all into perspective for me, gave her two cents, let me do what I want, and really, has never said, "I told you so". That's why I love her, because even when I'm being a lasagna girl she gets it... (If you don't know what a lasagna girl is, you will have to watch Clerks to figure it out...)
Trisha had different personalities, and you know this if you've ever worked with her or been with her shortly after her work day. She can be incredibly serious, or incredibly hilarious, goofy, sarcastic, clueless, and even though she may not want you to know it, caring. You would never want to ride in the car with us together, because honestly you would think we hate each other. We bicker like little old ladies , then cackle and giggle because we think we are hilarious. Beside the fact that if we are in a heated Slug Bug contest you will just want to stay out-of-the-way. But Trisha is also extremely guarded. If you don't know her, she is difficult to read and doesn't get very personal about her own life. She is a master at keeping her personal life separate from everything else. I envy this about her.
Trisha and me - July 2009 |
Trisha and me - December 2010 |
Yes, I read this. And you're welcome. If you're expecting me to reciprocate the thousand I love you's at the start of this.. well, perhaps you've been drinking, please remember to keep your shirt on this time.
ReplyDeleteAnd I tsk you because people (including my Mom) are going to read this. Sheesh. I don't know why that embarasses me, but it does. Maybe it's my lettuce. (wth ? really.. a 7 layer salad? I friggin hate 7 layer salad, in case your curious.)
I will say - I adored our apartment too. Man.. whatta life we had! No kids, men that were disposable, and random jobs. AND CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES. I have yet to have a better Valentines day than that one. Just sayin. Maybe it's cause you didn't expect me to put out. Oh wait, sh!t, sorry Mom, if you're reading this.
Our meeting of our 'friend' .. I guess people come into your life for a reason.. and perhaps she beat her way into ours for the reason of us ditching her. My.. I still remember her wedding. Maaan alive was she pissed at us. Was it cause we were having fun without her? Or because she wasn't the center of our world? Either way.. we did our own thing and had a blast. I still remember dancin to come on Eileen in a weirdly provactive way. Who'd of thunk that some shirtless dudes in overalls would make my dancin side come out? Pfft oh well. Super fun for us!
Whereas I do appreciate your emotional outpouring of love and gratitude on this blog with several bad pictures of us (photo shoot in need of setting up for the two of us, I've decided, esp if you're to continue with this forum), in reality.. I think there are alot of people like me in the world. You may call me complex, but I don't (yes, you were right, I would say that). In fact, I think I'm surprisingly simple. Get up, take a shower, go to work. Work = no emotion and just get ur sh!t done. Then come home and be yourself. Whatever crazy stupid version you want to be, take off your pants, and have a dance party in the bathroom. Yes, a regular occurance in my house. Tho..I usually have pants on - the majority of my family does not. I once tried to figure out why .. but in the end - does it matter? You are who you are, without or without pants.
All that.. and now you'll be coming to our football game in the morning. I have to face you after all this emotion? ugh. If you try to hug me.. I swear..
Hahaha! You make me laugh, we can act like it never happened, and no I will not ever try to hug you, unless I'm drunk and then I can't be responsible for what I do...
ReplyDeleteBut will you bring me a soda? That's the REAL question!
ReplyDeletePS. The answer was yes. You forgot to post that. ;P
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