It was four years ago today that Sis and I collapsed on the couches in our two-bedroom apartment, the home we'd decided to share with each other (and perhaps someday Darkside) until we were through school and could go off in our separate directions. We'd spent all day loading up stuff from her parents' house, stuff that had survived years upon years of her moving around, and we laughed about the ant bite that was making her lip swell up so her mouth resembled Mick Jagger's, and we gossiped far too long into the night about anything and everything.
It was a good four years.
It was four years ago that Sis took Darkside off into a corner and solemnly told him that it just wasn't going to work out, early in the morning before she drove me way out into BFE to pick up the U-Haul and pack up her stuff. She quietly let me know that he was a nice guy, a wonderful guy, a sweet guy, but they were at two different places in their lives, and she was ready to settle down with a family while he had his whole life ahead of him, and would probably want, someday, a wife who would want to commingle genes with him, rather than a built-in stepson and no children of his blood. And she let me know that while in some friendships it would be an utter disaster to date the same guy right after your friend had, for us, it would be OK.
It was one year ago that I carefully considered things, and decided to spend a year focused on maintaining and strengthening the relationship I have with my best friend Darkside rather than looking for and maintaining new potential relationships with people who are not so tried and true. It's been an immense savings of time and energy, let me tell you. Until Figment came along and threw the proverbial monkey wrench into the works, I'd felt so very liberated. I still do, but it's different now. I'm becoming aware that no matter how much I may attempt to resist it, there are plans for me, and I can either come along quietly, or else make things really interesting for myself.
I tend to prefer to make things interesting.
Work also proved to be interesting...