Seems I am a lush.
What? Who? Why?
Well, on this last trip I took with my younger sister, we headed out on our last night for drinks. She had one, I had three. Let me rephrase that; she had one fruity little drink and I had three shots of whiskey. In her eyes that made me a lush. Did it hurt when she called me that on the short walk back to the hotel? Yes it did. Did I ask her why she said it? No I didn’t. Given our family background (all the men in our family are alcoholics) I can sort of see her point of view. To her anything considered “hard liquor” is the bad side of a drink. One thing her and I have both said many times is that we are the dark and light side of a single coin. We are each other’s night and day. My younger sister has always been more the rebel when it came to things like staying out too late, skipping classes etc. I seem to be the one though who ends up standing on top of a table singing karaoke to a group of bikers at 2 a.m.—sober.
My whole life I have been searching for that “best friend” that I never seem to have. It has occurred to me, that I was looking in all the wrong places. My true best friend (other then myself as it should always be yourself in the best friend title) was indeed my sister. The one person on the planet who knows me inside and out and often better then I know myself. She can tell me who my next boyfriend is before I can just by looking at my reaction to their picture. So to be seen as something ugly in her eyes both tainted my image of myself and got me thinking about how we view the world. At the moment; we are both traveling very different personal paths that seem to be crossing more then we care to admit...er um that I care to admit. She speaks in terms of philosophy and I speak in terms of spirituality but we still seem to be nodding our heads at each other agreeing to the same point in the end.
We are both asking the same question in different styles one of us is asking where does it go and the other is asking how does it end ?
