It's friendship, friendship, just the perfect blendship...

So, with the Internet, Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter technology, it's very easy to find old friends...or, as it sometimes happens, they may find you.

I am not one of those people that can go for years without talking to a supposed dear, close friend and then by coincidence or fate (sometimes both) pick up the thread of conversation as if those almost thirty years has never passed. I am a firm believer in contact and conversation. Friendships might have moments of silences, not empty caverns that echo with no sound. I don't much buy into the "my life has been so busy I forgot to call" excuse. Sometimes there are reasons friendships slowly die. People change and the relationship can not. That's okay, it happens.

I have been blessed to experience the vast array of friendship menu selections: the childhood friend that you lose contact with when one of you moves away or you grow apart; the high school friend you could talk to for hours, giggle with about boys, talk about anything - that disappears with the start of adult life; the college friend you thought would be in your life forever that isn't there one day; the work friend you could exchange stories with that never returns your call after you leave the company...

My girlfriends and my boyfriends (not the lover kind, silly), are special. I've talked about the Missys before and probably always will in this blog. Without getting too sappy, these women represent all the best parts of me and to give them credit, the men do too but in a smaller way. I don't worry about losing contact with any of them because I know their friendship is solid. We might annoy each other at times but that's a good thing. Gotta keep things fresh, right?

I was thinking about this earlier because I was contacted by some old high school friends on a social site. I debated for awhile but then decided that there really wasn't any point in responding. Part of me wanted to know what had been going on in their lives but honestly, when I sat down and thought about it, what did it matter to me?

I have fond memories of them and will always smile when I think about our high school adventures. Whenever I come across an old picture it brings me right back to that moment when the picture was taken. That's all I feel, though. A lovely, warm memory that is going to stay right where it is - in the past.