Category Archives: Relationships

Web Art

I remember getting off work early from the bar. I was a sophomore in college and it was Thursday night. Everyone was pre-gaming, especially at my apartment. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and told them I’d be out in a bit to join them. I went down the hall into my room, kicked my feet up on my desk, and lit a hittie. 

My mind began to think of relationships – mine, my exes,  my friends’. I thought of my high school, my hometown, my future. I thought how everything and everyone was connected. 

I decided to put my thoughts out into the physical world. I had a huge bulletin board hanging on my wall with pictures of friends, a calendar and a hundred post-it’s. I took it all down and placed one post it with my name on it right smack dab in the center. I wrote down the males I had been with up until that point, each on their own post-it, and stuck them up on the board circling my post-it. 

Next, I wrote down females I knew the guys I had been with had been with, circled them around the guys.

I stepped back from the bulletin board to observe what I had created. I took another hittie and got back to work. 

I found some yarn, cut four pieces, and attached them from my post-it to the guys’, from the guys’ to all their other girls, and added in those girls’ guys. (Still with me?)

Some of the post-it’s now had two or three pieces of yarn attached to their name, intersecting. They had been with the same partners.

I sat down, drank some more of my beer, took another hittie and texted my closest girlfriends for confirmation of these relations. Sure enough, they confirmed. They were confused as to why I wanted to know, but nonetheless, they confirmed. 


Best Friend

My best friend from high school visited me for a day out here in Portland. She lives and works very hard in busy and big Chicago. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year or two, so needless to say we had lots to catch up on. 

I was a bit anxious the days prior to her arrival in my newfound home. I should point out I often get anxious due to visitors, but my best friend? I was surprised with myself. 

I thought it through (and thought it through some more).

I was anxious because each of our lives are and have been eagerly transformed around what we are passionate about. In cliche terms, we are in the beautiful process of “finding ourselves”. We are not the same inexperienced, 18 year old girls in small, parent (republican) opinionated, Iowa. 

We have our own opinions and experiences now. Which we both had the pleasure of learning about yesterday.

Cheers to lifelong friends, which we are continuously going to learn and grow from.