As Time Goes By

 Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

George Washington

It seems that all my life for some reason or another has been about loss.  I feel that no matter how much I gain I always lose. 

Growing up, I was a middle child for nine years so I missed out on being the first born and I was only the youngest for 22 months and fuck if I remember that.  What I remember was always being left out. 

I wasn’t popular in school and making friends was difficult for me.  I’m very shy and it’s hard for me to open up to people.  It takes a while to let someone in but when I do I give them my heart and soul.  As time goes by for some reason our friendship dissapates and I’m left feeling empty inside.  My heart is at a loss until the next person comes along only to repeat the same cycle. 

I’ve learned over the years that the only true friends I have are Nikki and Michele and they are family.  I’ll never be able to get rid of them. 

Four years ago, over a period of time, I lost a good friend of ten years.  After a few months had gone by I called her to get some closure and to reflect my thoughts on the situation.  She excepted what I had to say and said we could continue our relationship.  I never heard from her again.  I always think about her this time of year, I guess because summer was always our thing.  I’ve had her boyfriends my space page but was always afraid to request him as a friend.  I guess being rejected once was enough for me.  Yesterday I got the nerve to request him but didn’t expect a response let alone one in ten minutes. 

It went something like this, “hey Kris it’s been a long time how are you?  We have to get together and hang out like old times.”

I responded with a two paragraph comment was hoping maybe we’d get together next month sometime.  tonight, I was surprised to get a comment saying if you get this anytime soon call me, Dawn wants to talk to you.  I called right away and we talked for over an hour like we had just talked last week trying to think of everything we needed to catch up on over the last four years.  She is going to come by tomorrow and see me. 

I can’t wait.

 

What’s Up My Nanny Hoo Hoo

So I go to the gynecologist for a routine exam.  I’ve been seeing my doctor for 23 years and feel very comfortable with him and wouldn’t see anyone else. 

I’m sitting in the office with no clothes on except for a gown. The drapes were drawn open as I sat there hoping the roof didn’t need repairing that day.  The door flies open and in comes the doctor giving me a big hug and saying, “hey, Krissy, what going on it’s been a long time sweetheart.”  Now the only people that calls me Krissy is my family.  So I’m guessing that the amount of times he has seen my vagina warrants him to call me this. 

“Well Doc, what’s up with only being here one afternoon a week?  That’s not flexible enough for my schedule.  Last time I came I had to see the other Doctor.”

“Didn’t you like her,” he responded.

“Oh yeah, anyone who feels the need to stick a long needle in my vagina and snip a piece of skin off is alright in my book.”

What the fuck?

“So Doc, I’ve been having these symptoms the past couple of months and you know.”

“I know what?  You are getting ol…”

“Old my ass.  Listen, what ever it is just get rid of it.  I didn’t sign up for this shit and I don’t have the time for it.”

“Sweetheart, it’s nature,”  as he’s fondling my breasts.

“Well I didn’t sign up for nature class either.  Can’t you take it out?  Do a hysterectomy or something.”

“It doesn’t work that way, honey, I’ll see you in a year.”

Why do doctors always feel it necessary to blame everything on getting older.  Needless to say he didn’t give me any good drugs.  Next doctor…