Okay, so hypothetically, there might be this meeting that I'm supposed/asked to go to once a month and for oh-about the last 29 consecutive months I've rsvp'd that I will attend and every month I've missed it. Hypothetically, of course. But I would be much more apt to attend if the meeting wasn't at 8 am on MONDAYS, every month. This has to be the least coveted slot for a group meeting. I almost feel bad because the organizers have no authority to govern who does and does not attend the meetings, and because they got the crappiest meeting time, outside of 4pm on a Friday. But I'm the schmuck who keeps saying, "Yes! I'll be there! Promise, cross my heart." and then no-shows time and time again. Bleeeeeh. And so it was. It's the Circle of Life, Simba. You cannot change it.
Aside from missing meetings, I pride myself on keeping in touch with the friends I've accumulated like mismatched socks over my lifetime. I may go months, and recently a few years, without speaking to some of my friends and then finally after catching up with each other we have a good long therapeutic chat and realize how fun it is to have friends. And also how fun it is to have access to booze. This is the best feeling ever. I'm not the type to get upset when it's been a while since I hear from someone, in fact it's a pet peeve of mine when people do get upset at that sort of thing. Besides, it's kind of more fun that way, because when you do get a hold, you have so much more to talk about than Meredith and Derek or your dog's latest annoying habit.
But seriously, Meredith? Get a life and get on with it already. He's dipping the wick elsewhere.
There are certain friends I think about from the days of yore and have no idea where they are or what they are doing. Like Amanda with the red hair in 2nd grade, or Donald who I gave rides home to in high school, and possibly even Francis of the rugby team in college. So here is my karma call to the God's of the Interworldnet: come find me old friends! And fill me in on all of your dirty gossip...