I got a lovely and unexpected gift this week from my friend Lori. I've known Lori for 20 years but she lives in LA so I don't get to see her that often. The other day I opened a very belated birthday card that contained a gift card, as well as copies of a bunch of e-mails that she and I had exchanged in 1997.
It was like looking at an old yearbook without having to cringe at the bad hairstyles. Instead there was a time capsule of us and I remembered that, at least in my 20s, I was really funny. I mean laugh out loud blow-milk-out-your-nose really really funny. Which of course made me wonder "When did I stop being funny?" but I don't know if it would be helpful to pinpoint.
What was helpful was getting the reminder that some friends stick around and think your wonderful even when it feels like you're boring and toxic. So now I have to go. I need to call my friend Lori and let her know how much I love her.
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