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I’m Not Sure About The Quality But My Best Pal And I Share A Large Quantity Of Experiences
A recent trip to my hometown and a visit with my best pal for the last thirty-five years or so revealed something to us both that we found shocking. Although we would like to say that everything we’ve done together has been one big barrel of fun the truth of the matter is that this is not the case. I don’t think it’s uncommon when you’ve known someone for a really long time that you sometimes reflect on the happier times you’ve shared but in a Starbucks with no kids or spouses we discovered that I’m not sure about the quality but my best pal and I share a large quantity of experiences – Don’t Get Me Started!
If I was better at math I would say that it was a numbers game but since I have no idea what exactly you have to do to “run the numbers” or much of anything when it comes to equations of the mathematical sort I have to us an analogy (which is the only way I understand or can describe anything). So I’d have to break it down this way, when I was an actor I tried to go on as many auditions as possible (or as my mother would always say to me, “AA” which did not mean to join Alcoholics Anonymous but rather to “Always Audition” even if the part was for a one eyed sailor who could quack like a duck while playing the accordion – none of these skills do I posses). The theory being that the more you auditioned the more likely you were to get something. More auditions, more chances. The same realization came to me when I was talking to my friend. Because we share so many experiences the likelihood of us having good memories or experiences has been increased but that’s not the staggering part. The staggering part is that we have shared so many experiences that it would take another thirty-five years to even talk about all of them.
As we sat around the Starbucks table then sat around the house with her children and then around the dinner table with her husband and parents only a small portion of the shared experiences were told. And since my pal is also an actress and because as I’ve written before that I tend to “make shit up” the re-telling of our joint experiences had everyone in stitches to the point that you would think we were a comedy act. But what struck me was that it wasn’t the “happy” experiences that brought the most enjoyment to the audience or to us, it was the crappy or ridiculous experiences that had us all doubled over and laughing until the tears were streaming down our faces.
Yes, we’ve shared a great deal during our years of friendship. We’ve laughed with one another, held one another when we were in tears and done a lot of yelling. I don’t really know if our happy times outnumber our sad times but I know that even when we’ve lived in different states we haven’t had to look too far to see that we were beside one another all the way. What makes us pick up the phone sensing when one of us is having a bad day through some sort of cosmic juice can attached to a string I’ll never know. And why or how it works I wouldn’t even begin to investigate. I know people always say it’s quality over quantity but in this case - I’m not sure about the quality but my best pal and I share a large quantity of experiences – Don’t Get Me Started!
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