Now where was I? Ummm… errr… let’s see… wedding, glider chair, fear of chairs, IKEA, fear of IKEA, friendships, Costello, fear of Costello (wait, no, I cut that part out)… ah yes… chicken! Before taking a three day break from “The Chair” (completely destroying my numbering… so now Part 20 is on August 23rd making my life soooo confusing) I left off comparing friendship to a whole deep fried chicken. It’s a sensible comparison really...
Seriously…
No, not seriously.
The point I was trying to make is that the word “friendship” is rather generic… like the word “food”. People use it to refer to all sorts of things. There is no real sense of hierarchy or importance in the word ‘friendship’. The word itself has now measure of a friendship’s bond.
Example: If, once upon a time we, shared a bloomin’ onion at a finely catered event and you told me a good joke… when I repeat this joke to other people at different events, I would probably credit you as ‘a friend’… example: “A friend of mine told me this great joke a while back, want to hear it? Two nun’s walk into a---.”
Following me? If two people make polite conversation about nun’s while eating fried food, we can describe that as a foundation for being friends… even though we would technically them “acquaintances”.
But, you would never catch me saying, “This acquaintance I once meet told me…” No! People don’t say that. Well, maybe some people do… but they’re weirdoes… and probably wouldn’t appreciate my nun story in the first place… and I would be more likely to say to people, “Hey, get a load of that wack-job with the onion who doesn’t like jokes about nuns!”
Just kidding, I would never say something like that… however, since my mom was once in a convent… I am a clearing house for funny nun stories. Seriously.
I digress.
Now days, the term ‘friend’ can mean any number of things. BUT, a true honest to God friendship comes at a price… a shared experience… a victory! a defeat. An epic encounter of some design… much like I did with that deep fried chicken.
Having trouble understanding?
Think about the movie Deliverance. Four work buddies going on a rafting trip… only to have their fun destroyed by inbreed banjo players. But they banded together and survived… some of them survived! And you know? After an experience like that, I bet they were best friends for life!
Well, maybe not Ned Betty… I don’t know how he could look anyone in the eye after they’ve seen him squeal like a pig.
It’s all about the ‘shared experience’.
And for Costello and me… our shared experience… our very first, of many, shared experience was the building of the ‘Go Ask Alice’ set.
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