I made it through high school relatively unscathed, and to this day my mother will swear that it’s because I had good friends. And it’s true, because most of them were pretty stellar. We took care of each other. We didn’t let each other fall into bonfires, and the like. How fantastic we obviously were! 😛
Anyway, tonight I am pondering how we all rub off on each other. Friendship is like a virus, with new things being introduced all of the time by the wackos that we choose to associate with. I mean, hello? Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? Who doesn’t want to read that by now?
I’m thinking this because my newly black-haired friend set me up with a World of Warcraft account. I had tried it once upon a time, but my broken laptop couldn’t handle it. My rather hippie human rogue froze with one foot in the air while my friends laughed hysterically at me. So I figured I wasn’t into MMORGs. But I’ve spent the last half hour battling happily with mangy night/sabertooth thingies, and I’m really enjoying it. I’m rather surprised by this. Rock on! So maybe I owe him one. But he still won’t get me to play D&D.
Because of the people that I hang around, I’ve gotten into Russian Techno (I know, right?), Bleach, Rent, and I even switched from Dr. Pepper to Coke. And I know I’ve passed on obsessions, like frozen Junior Mints, Duotrope, anime, and Katamari Damacy. Awesome. Sometimes I wish that I lived in a little, isolated bubble. The rest of the time, I’m actually pretty happy that I don’t.
My husband’s boss sent him home with a book called A Kiss Before the Apocalypse. It looks kind of quirky, kind of cheesy, and utterly delightful. I can’t wait to crack it. But first I have to have something ready for my writers group tomorrow. If you don’t produce, you can’t attend, and that would totally suck…especially since it’s at my house. We’re like a traveling troupe. Interdimensional wormholes are surprisingly portable.