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Sunday, November 11, 2001

My soul belongs to Plato today

There are different stratas of friendships, I think. The one major failing in the English language is our lack of terms for the types of relationships we have. We have strangers, acquaintances, friends, lovers, spouses, and family. But in between friends and acquaintances there are subtleties that aren't categorizied. Like what do you call people who share your musical interests, but you don't trust? What do you call people who you secretly hate, but they're included in your group of friends? What do you call people who you tell your deepest secrets to, but you can't ever take them to a movie or talk about stupid, inane things? What about the people you hung out with in high school, who know more about you than anyone because they shared a ton of experiences with them, but you still don't necessarily like them? People with different values but good personalities, dumb people who are kind to you but whom you have no mental connection. I don't know what to call these people, so I heap them all under the title of friend. But friendship is valuable, and friendship is sacred. And I think that when it comes down to it, the people whom I really consider my friends, are brilliant and incredible. I just feel terrible that they have to share a name with people who are of less importance, simply because our language is not as far evolved as I would hope.

The girl next to me is having sex. On a Sunday afternoon. Loudly. I really have no opinion, but I'm going to plex for lunch anyway

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