I finally got to meet up with my old buddy Ian. After going to 9 churches (Bisita Iglesia) last night and having a late snack at Beanery 2 with family, he went around the house for an hour of talk and beers. It was already 1 am by then.
I also realized then that there was so many things we needed to talk about- jobs, his wife, how his marriage was going and so on. However at that moment, I guess we were comfortable not knowing and just hung out like old times. Vincent and Joseph were also there and we ended up watching some UFC videos much to my quiet disdain.
But it was all good, though a thought occured to me. How many more stuff would we leave unsaid until we realize there is nothing more to talk about? Would the witty banters and small talk be enough?
I also realized then that maybe I was not being emotionally available by not feeling the need to catch up.
Maybe it's because we haven't hung out for so long that there was this inevitable gap between us that can only be bridged by time. Time together and not time apart. Friendships are involuntary, I've heard somewhere. It shouldn't be forced, as it will be rekindled eventually.
I guess that's the price we pay when we don't nurture our friendships with quality time. We suddenly feel a bit disconnected.
Last night may not be quality time for me and Ian but it's a start. Especially when I said, "Let's have another round of beer, shall we?"
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