Summer

Supposedly summer. In my book, 1st June is the first day of summer. I don't have a summer feeling though. Time passes too quickly now.

Yesterday and today, after work and work-out, I have astonished myself and chocked my house by cleaning windows. And what a marvellous thing! To actually get som daylight in through the glass! I really should do that more often.

Yesterday I had a talk with a galpal whom I have not seen in a while. I knew she was pissed, but I didn't know that she was that disappointed. We had a good talk, but I am not at all sure that we made up. I am not sure that she wants to see me anymore.

Ironically, the thing that put her off was us disagreeing over the subject of friendship. To her, I was horrifyinigly icy and tough, me - I don't know. But lately I have come to the same conclusion as she has. That is what I wanted to tell her.

We are alone, friends are rarely found. I think it's ok though. I like it when I see things the way they really are. And if this is it, then so be it. At least that is the attitude that I would like to have.

Because, as I told her, there is nothing wrong with us. We may have our issues, but we are not fundamentally incapable of having close relationships, I simply don't believe that. Things will come as they may.