Impractical Psychology

I saw a friend last night I hadn’t seen in over a year. We were best friends in varsity, practically inseparable. When I was alone, people would ask me “how’s Kelly?” and vise versa. Unfortunately though, we drifted apart due to the unexpected turns life takes.  I say unexpected, because I guess I could never have foreseen a life without Kelly in it.

Before life led us into different directions, our relationship could have been compared to the rare bond that sisters ideally share. I believe that when two women laugh together, cry together and pray together on several occasions that they become more like sisters. Kelly was my soul sister. No, we didn’t finish each other’s sentences, but we shared empathy for each other’s trials and tribulations that could only be known to those who are connected by the soul.

Last night, after not seeing her for over a year, she still spoke to my soul in so many ways. It was like we had never been apart. I want to add that we have both grown immensely in the last year, and yet, it was like we had never been apart.

Even though personal growth has been unremitting over the last few months, there have been issues, small issues that I have been struggling with. Some of the issues required a definite decision that I needed to make.  Just being in her company last night goaded a steady path of procrastination to diverge into a meadow of clarity on almost every one of the questions I had plaguing my subconscious. I say almost every one, because it would take more than one evening to resolve every single conflict I had going on in my head!

I know that life’s twists and turns are erratic and that we may not see each other again for months to come, but I now know that if and when we do see each other that it will be like we had never been apart. She is and will always be my soul sister. No matter where live takes us, we will indefinitely be bound by an empathetic understanding that can only be shared by those who have laughed together, cried together and prayed together on several occasions.

A lot happened to me over the weekend; things that have been playing over and over in my mind, things that I would like to blog about. However, I’m not so sure I’d want my mother or my boss, who just recently spotted my blog, to read about it.

That’s the funny thing about blogging or anything else in life for that matter; where do you draw the line? I’ve read some blog posts where people lay their hearts out for the whole world to see. Now I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to write about how I cry myself to sleep every night after a horrible breakup and actually have my ex or his obnoxious friends reading about it. How sad. That’s exactly how I felt as I read some blog post about a girl completely crushed by her former lover. Not only did she mention how she cries herself to sleep, but also how she phones him and hangs up just to hear his voice every now and then. Ok, now that’s just stupid. Then again, maybe she’s one of those stalker type ex-girlfriends who actually want their object of affection to know that they are being tormented by the fact that they are not spending every waking moment with that person.

Either way, I still believe that some people reveal way too much on their posts. Unlike a diary, blogging is open to the entire world, and posting that you cry yourself to sleep after having your heart torn open is kinda like putting a big billboard with the words “I still love you even though you treated me like crap” right outside your ex-boyfriend’s window-with a picture to go with it

So, now I’m back to where I started. So much to say, yet I guess I’d rather not. I will, however, divulge that if anyone ever tells me again that men are “not that complicated”, I will pull their hair out and make them eat it with full cream milk and chop sticks. Why full cream milk you ask…because by that time I will own a dairy! Now you can draw all the conclusions you want…