There is a special bond between two people that grew up together.
Time doesn’t touch some friendships. They just endure and continue on as if nothing happened and no time has passed.
Here is what I am looking at.
Picture two girls, either late teens or early twenties.
Judging by their conversation, they grew up together, but have not been in touch for a number of years.
And life has led them down different paths.
They say you can’t judge someone based on their looks.
I don’t need to walk a mile in your Nike’s just to figure out that they would never fit me.
I would much rather sit in morally superior tower and cast judgement on others.
Here is why.
The first girl, she is the good girl next door.
Clean cut, smelling of Ivory soap and with freshly brushed teeth that once had braces.
She is a law student by my guess. Innocently studying to lose her soul and become the embodiment of badness in the business law.
If you are a guy, your mother would have been thrilled if you brought her home from college for Thanksgiving dinner. (Or a girl for that matter. She is that wholesome.)
If you are a girl, (Straight girl), your mom would prefer that you hang out with her because she is a “Good influence”.
So do we all understand that she is the essence of “Sweetness and Light” in this little scenario?
Now we move on to her friend.
So, go live the life you want to live, but if you look like, talk like, act like, behave like, and generally are, in fact a ho…
Then you’s a ho.
Opposite end of the spectrum time.
Let’s call her Babs.
Babs is a little chunky, got some pasty looking legs, but that is not stopping her from wearing a minidress that is high enough to shock her OB Gyn and tight enough to threaten circulation if she washes it just once.
There are some faded bruises on her thighs. And we are not speculating where they came from, just noting that they are there.
She is missing a tooth near the front that brings Meth into the equation.
There is some bags under those eyes that are there a decade or more ahead of schedule.
It would not shock me to find a tattoo on her lower back, right under the tramp stamp that you KNOW is there, that says “Property of Hell’s Angels”
You can google that one and still may not find out how you get that little tattoo. (I was told by a girl who had one right before I grabbed my clothes and backed slowly out of the room naked.)
So Babs has been road hard and put away wet, just to use some equestrian verbiage there.
Life has been tough and some bad decisions have been made.
But the good girl and the bad girl are now catching up on things.
School, jail, relatives, deaths, and what not.
And the good girl is managing to keep her flinching to a minimum.
And the bad girl is managing not to tweak too much.
And while they seem to be getting along, that is a long latte to get thru.
But they finished and parted ways after a little while.
Someone had to go study and someone else had to go handle some “Bidness”.
And life goes on.