I wouldn't know.
Because, you don't call.
It's a little perplexing to me sometimes.
I know that the way the world works now, it's hard to even make time to spend time chatting up friends. But I try. And my efforts are lame. I send pictures to you with notes of what the family is up to. I call you and I leave voice mail messages - something to let you know I'm thinking about you and hope all is well.
And I wait. But you don't call back.
I have always been someone who knew lots of people. I have always been someone who had lots of friends plus lots of acquaintances and they were people of various sorts. Different socio-economically, different politically.........different sort of people that I enjoyed for different reasons.
But I've recently realized something.
Since I moved to the ATL.......I'm the one doing all the work.
It's probably true, that in all relationships there is one person who keeps it going - one person who communicates consistently and drives the bus of the friendship to keep the bonds intact.
I'm not directing this at any one person. But for about 90% of you, who exist in the land of being my friends.........it's true.
My point is this.
You can call me. You can write me. I'll be glad to communicate with you. Because I really miss you.
But I'm done being the glue of this relationship. Someone else can do it for the next 38 years. I'm worn out.