Today, I had the day off of work. I had some business to take care of, but in the afternoon, I was able to join my friends Erik and Zak for lunch. During lunch, discussion lead to my diploma, which, due to a series of events, is currently (and for the past year, has been) in my trunk. Walking Zak back to his car, I was a little behind the guys, and it was just an opportunity to hear how Erik and Zak talk to each other, and compare it to how Erik and I talk to each other, and how Zak and I talk to each other. Zak and Erik figured out the they've been friends since 2nd grade. Erik and I since freshman year of high school. Just listening to friends who have known each other since they were small, the stories that only have to be half told because of familiarity, the previously unstated opinions of events that happened years before. Hearing the shared language between two old friends, the conversational short hand between people who have been through changes together. It made me reflect on how no matter if I haven't spoken to some of my friends in ages, how easily we slip into that cadence and flow from old stories and new experiences. Thinking about the friends who know me, and can call me out, even if others don't know what's happening in the conversation, made me smile. Listening to the banter and flow of conversation brought me a big smile today.
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