Today I had an unusually fired up exchange of emails with my "supposedly" best friend in Italy. Reason was, she got a fantastic job offer and I had to learn it from.. sigh, facebook!!! Well, to her disculpation, I got to admit she did not advertise it there either. I just got this detective eye since I started to write my hard boil crime thriller so no detail can escape my attention. Just a little hint between the lines and here I am, figuring it all out.
Anyhow, besides having a little fun showing off my indignation, I was obviously excited and happy for my friend. I could not see anything but positive change, new blood, new challenges. And then she told me that her heart is bleeding for what/who she is leaving behind.
Interesting concept taht made me think. I mean, on an intellectual level. In fact, emotionally, I don't remember that my heart ever bled for what I was leaving behind. Humm, untrue! I think I do remember one and only situation. But that was back in the Pleistocene era of my young, still un-worldly and un-trained, super sensitive heart. After that, my heart bled for many other reasons and situations, never for what I left. Does that make me a stone hearted jerk?
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