So this is Christmas

If you had friends who you think would not maintain the relationship if you didn’t make it a point to stay in touch with them, would you still consider them friends? I’ve been tossing this thought around in my head a lot. Maybe I’m not as close to some people as I think I am. Friends I’ve met on-line seem to care more about me than people I’ve known for an extremely long time. Are they just going through phases and sorting out their lives, as I did when Marie and I were in the middle of our lovey dovey phase? Or are they politely making a point to not put forth the effort because they don’t want to? Am I in a position to call them out about it or do I just continue to suffer?

So many questions.

Tonight will be the planning of Spring Fucking Break Roadtrip 2002. I think we’re going to hit up both the Football and Rock and Roll Hall(s) of Fame. Bring on the open road. I’m not sure how long of a trip it’ll be from here, but hopefully we can get a deal on a rental car and find not-too-sleazy hotels to stay in. In any event, it should be rokken like Dokken.

When I was younger, I thought that Santa Claus used rich people to take on some of the financial burden of buying all the toys for girls and boys. Honestly. I was a socialist from a very early age. I remember my brother and mom laughing when I told them that was my explanation. So it goes.