My new resolve is to meet people outside of my usual social circuit. Of course, I do love these individuals to distraction. But I’ve figured that cultivating the same clique all the time, can make the morning after (partying ie) a little too toxic for comfort.
A bevy of phone calls will follow mostly concerning who did something remotely risque, who kissed and told (alternatively which depraved soul did not get any), and the like.
It plays out like an episode of Brothers & Sisters, a free-for-all where discretion is scarce. Incestuous. Contemptuous.Some salacious gossip, is of course, vital to spice things up, but a tad too much can stain the best of friendships between the most well-meaning of friends. Luckily, everyone seems to have things to do this week (gallivant in Germany, attend weddings, other mundane stuff).
