Goodbye, Old Friends
I had to say goodbye to some old friends this weekend. Friends who had been with me for some time. Maybe even too long. But, when a friend has been so close, practically a part of you, it’s hard to let go.
Sometimes you outgrow them. Sometimes, even though they still cling to you, you just need a change. There may even be an instance where things become so…I dont know…soiled…that it’s best to just immediately get rid of them.
But those instances are rare. Usually it’s just a matter of “nothing lasts forever.” No matter how much you love them, you know that eventually you will have to part ways. You hang on to them, loving the comfort of familiarity. The kind of friend you don’t want to share with anyone else.
But one day, you face facts. You realize that you should have done something about it sooner. You lost their support long ago. You have to look in the mirror, like I did this weekend, and tell yourself, “I have to get new underwear.”
July 25th, 2006 at 5:23 am
You could probably sell the old stuff on E-Bay…
Or make soup out of them…
I recently did the same thing (bought new, not sold old, or made soup…) I’ve just realised that this time my first, in fact only, priority was comfort.
You know - something sturdy to keep out the tumbleweeds?
Ah well…
July 25th, 2006 at 6:14 am
HA HA! That was funny! I HATE throwing away underwear, but sometimes you must do it. I wait until my elastic band is almost non-existent and the underwear is very holy.
July 25th, 2006 at 8:53 am
Ah, but then there is the joy of the new undies, erm friends. Tear and stain free with fresh colors and they will complement you to be sure.
July 25th, 2006 at 11:29 am
Unless it’s that one pair of underwear that creeps up your ass by the end of the day…
though..i wouldn’t mind wearing your underwear
July 25th, 2006 at 8:49 pm
now why am I not surprised. lol what is our fascination w/holding on to undies so long. I force myself to buy a couple new pairs every month. (course. the fact that I hate doing laundry has absolutely no bearing on that.)
July 25th, 2006 at 9:50 pm
As someone who is big on recycling, I use my old underpants as dust cloths. Every inch of my house has been rubbed with something that has been intimate with my crotch. Talk about “marking your territory”. I know. It’s sad.
July 26th, 2006 at 6:50 am
OMG. I thought this was about friends. LOL. You’re silly and I love it.
July 26th, 2006 at 11:45 am
Thanks you for such an interesting way of discussing toxic friendship. I really could relate; since I need to do the same.
July 26th, 2006 at 4:02 pm
i don’t have to worry about old underwear, i have a dog with a crack problem… he loves the part of the undies that touch your crack and when he can, he loves to chew them… i’ve caught him jumping up to get the undies off the towel rack while i’m showering… a true crackhead… funny post…dbv
July 26th, 2006 at 11:16 pm
Brewing tainted tea is no way to keep the conversation going. When the tea’s gone cold and the faces across the table don’t resemble who you sat down with, it can be best to excuse yourself. It’s hard, so very hard to watch people turn and leave and yet you’re here. Things can return under better circumstances in the distant future.
Warm hugs,
kb
July 29th, 2006 at 1:46 am
A classic post LT…CLASSIC!!!