I have a small circle of close friends. Some I hear from regularly, but there are others who I go months without talking to. Not for any reasons other than our lives are busy, we live far apart and our friendships aren’t sustained with chit-chat. We’ve experienced something together and our bond goes deeper than dishing about who’s on dancing with the stars.

It is uncanny how often over the years I’ve been thinking about someone and out of the blue, a day or so later I get a call or an email from them. My friend Donna was like that. We might not be in touch for two or three months and then one day I look at the refrigerator magnet she gave me that says, “Remember to LauGh eAch DaY!” I think about the time we were at the beach and we called her son and asked for the address of his friend’s tattoo shop. She tells him we’re getting matching tattoos. He is psyched, “Very Cool Mom.” We end up getting the symbol for friendship inked on our ankles. They were fakes, of course, because for all our tough talk, an airbrush tat at the T-Shirt Hut on the boardwalk was only 5 bucks.

So, I’m remembering to laugh and suddenly the phone rings. It was my friend. That kind of thing happened all the time between us for 23 years. I miss Donna. This time last year I was with her. She was weak and it was almost time for us to say our last goodbye. We both knew it. She made me promise not to cry when it was her time to go. I promised and I did try very hard not to. Sometimes if a tear started to slip down my face, I would apologize and say something like, “I don’t know why I cry, it just gives me a headache.”

Now it’s almost a year later. Yesterday I noticed something in the air. Sure the temperature is 20 degrees cooler, but there is something else. Aside from it not seeming like a big hair dryer every time I step outside, there’s a feeling that comes with the approach of autumn, even when it isn’t yet in full swing. It’s a feeling that relief is on the way. Relief from the relentless heat, from mind numbing boredom of staying inside taking refuge in the AC. Passing the time writing and spending more time thinking than anyone should. Oh and reading blogs, blogs and more blogs.

I don’t know how it happens, but it is uncanny how more and more when I think about something, anything, almost instantly there is a blog about the very thing I was thinking. Women’s issues blogs, human issues blogs, blogs about blogs. Blogs about scandal, about books, cars, craziness, and unbelievably this morning, I was thinking about how I should write about crying and what-da-ya-know, right before my very eyes, there appeared on my screen an awesome blog about crying.

CRYING of all things!

This is really starting to freak me out. It’s just too damn funny. When I was choosing a song to add to this post, for some reason I thought about where Donna and I met. We met in Illinois. So, of course, the awesome music of the band Chicago is perfect for this post.

Well, I was listening to this  and then this song began to play and it seemed like a continuation of the thought and then my god!!! this song.  I know, it’s probably just that I’m projecting. I don’t care. IT”S PERFECTION!  I think I just might cry.

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10 thoughts on “Your Blogs Are Freaking Me Out – In A Good Way

  1. Wyrd Smythe says:

    That’s “synchronicity“! Sometimes, as with a new word you learn and then begin hearing a lot “for the first time,” it’s just an awareness thing. If you weren’t aware of the issue, the blogs wouldn’t strike you as coincidental. (How many blogs do you see that don’t strike you that way?)

    But other times it can be really bizarre and hard to explain. I spent several days going round and round with a blogger, ultimately fruitlessly, about deterministic reality. Then last night I sit down to catch the latest episode of Perception, and in the teaser, the main character talks about exactly what I was talking about! Freaky!

    Nice blog! I’ll try to pass this way again!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Yeah, I sometimes find myself NSYNC (ha) with the most amazing people. It’s always nice when it happens.

  2. Helen Ross says:

    Hi Honie. Lovely post. I can relate to what you are saying. Sometimes a friend’s face will suddenly appear in my brain (or ‘mind’s eye) or a song I haven’t heard in a very long time will just tumble into my brain. Then within a day or so I’ll hear from that friend or I’ll hear that song when I next turn on the radio, TV or when I next walk into the shopping mall. Looks like there are lots of us who experience this. I also like the message on the fridge magnet that your friend Donna gave you. Laughter is great medicine for the soul but it doesn’t hurt to have a good cry either. Laughter is certainly something that should be part of our daily lives. It really does do wonders for our well being. However a good cry can also help. I would like to add that one of the reasons I haven’t blogged for weeks is that I was caring for my elderly mum who recently passed away. As difficult it is in losing a great friend, or close family member, our lives are better for knowing them. We will always have those wonderful memories. No one can ever take those from us.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Helen-My heart goes out to you for the loss of your mother. I hope you have many happy memories to hold on to and that you give yourself some TLC. Caring for a loved one takes its toll on us emotionally and physically. My friend and I had shared laughter and tears, mostly laughter. Hysterical laughter. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me here. It means a great deal to me. 🙂

  3. Brigitte says:

    There is that something in the air. Hubby and I were talking about it. There’s a feeling, a smell, the hint of a new season which is kind of like a new beginning. Sending good “friend” thoughts to you and here’s to your friend, Donna! I know you miss her (and I know what that’s like) but she’s obviously still with you and I bet you two still “talk.” xxoo. Great post.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      You’re right Brigitte, and I know exactly what she’d say if she were here. “Listen woman, there’s nothing wrong with you that a little paint therapy can’t fix! Let’s go to Home Depot!” Maybe I need another project?? Change the scenery inside. hmmm. 🙂

      1. Brigitte says:

        Good grief, we are so on the same page. I just got back from Ace and I’d redoing my office. So weird. Got get your paint, start a project. It’s good for the soul!

        Change 27 things in your house, change your life. That’s some Feng Shui thing I read….

        1. Honie Briggs says:

          LOL 😉 thanks lady. I think there’s a new “accent wall” in my future!

  4. innamazing says:

    Nice. I loved the one about ‘crying’ to. I cry all the time. I’m a cry-baby hahah.

    I’d love it if you could be freaked out by my blog… check it out if you have any time. Cheers 😀

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      🙂 Your blog is very nice too.

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