An old friend called today, he wanted to catch up.
He was at work, he said.
Oh cool, I said, waiting for the pitch.
Yes, that’s how cynical I’ve gotten. Somebody calls out of the blue and I immediately think the person needs something.
I shouldn’t call it cynical. I think I’m just a bitch.
But my old friend apparently had no hidden agenda, he really just wanted to chat.
And that was so refreshing I felt like bawling my eyes out.
So we talked for a few minutes. Apparently, while I’ve been busy making a mess of my life, my friends have been busy making babies.
They have families now, they have wives, they have babies.
And what do I have?
I have purple hair, that’s what.