...And You Can Pick Your Nose...

"Cab, do you ever wonder why, sometimes, friends just vanish the way they do?"
"It's a lot like nature. You can only have as many animals as the ecosystem can support, and you only have as many friends as you can tolerate the bitching of."
-- R.K. Milholland, Something Positive

While S*P is generally a font of bittersweet comedy, it will make me think on occasion. Good humor, after all, is rooted deeply in truth.

The number of people I call my friends -- the ones who, when I have good news to impart, get the phone call within 24 hours -- are dwindling. That's fine by me. I need my friends, but I don't need the world to be my friend. Just my adoring public.

Let's say I had to pick out my wedding guest list. (Quit laughing!) The groomsmen are easy -- Marty, Thomas, Woody, Chance. The invite list is tougher. If I'm on a budget, who makes the cut? How many people would be left on the cutting room floor? I would venture to think, not too many. I could probably get in and out of there with 50 people or less. And that's with very little "well, he never gave a fuck about me anyway" maneuvering.

I have been truly been lucky with the caliber of the people I've come across in my life, for the most part. I only hope I've shown them the same warmth and friendship they've shown me.

Comments

[Niki]

Devin, can I get an invitation to the wedding if I promise to put a Freebird's in my panties? Oh, wait - I'm not wearing any panties....

[Emy]

I really really want to go to your wedding, if only so I can get the DJ to play Ben Folds' "Song for the Dumped" and dance with you. ;)

(seriously, that's got to be like one of my Top Five "memories guaranteed to make me smile" moments)