Hilarity Returns...

I've seen a lot of familiar faces over this time, some I knew because of my Dad's job, others I knew by proxy of them being friends of my family and a couple who were lost friends of mine who popped up to reconnect.

I think out of the group, I was most happy to reconnect with my good pal (and frequent nomad) Nic last night. We've been friends for, geez, half our lives now and I believe that we've lost touch with one another no less than five or six times.

It's been strange because in several instances, our lives have frequently run parallel to one another when it comes to personal drama. I would say that were we to combine each others' ex-girlfriends/boyfriends into one big MechaEx, Toyko would be laid to ruin one sunny Sunday afternoon before tea time.

I recall a comment once made about her by someone I know that she was a "heap of trouble" and that I should give her a wide berth. The author of this comment, though I love and respect that person as I have all my life, didn't really see Nic in the same light as I did. I suspect it was because Nic had this rebellious aura around her back then. She looked like a troublemaker.

And sometimes, she could be one too. At least in a completely harmless, hilarious way that someone with her sense of humour would create. Quite the devious prankster is how I'd describe her.

She's been through a hell of a lot in her life and I suppose that is what fascinates me the most about her character. For every setback, every dumb personal choice, every incident of bad shit that life has thrown at her, she's always picked herself up, dusted herself off and found a way to move on.

I envy her strength in a way. I've been through a ton of shit myself, but I've found myself to turn more inward at times more often than to just move on with my life. Perhaps it is just my nature to agonize forever over something until I can compartmentalize it and finally move on.

Overanalysis, that's the problem. Yeah, that's so totally it.

Is it?

Hmmm... Let me think about that...

Anyway, the point is that she's a good person with a good heart. Perhaps not blessed with the greatest amount of luck, but one of the few people alive on this planet who I'd definitely get hit by a Capitol Metro bus if it meant saving her life. I think she'd do the same, except she could stop the bus with her bare hands and make it cry uncle. She's good people and one of my best pals. While we're rarely ever in the same area code of one another and may lose contact for months, nay, years at a time, we'll find each other again eventually and pick up where we left off.

The final note of hilarity in the situation is this: She has been accepted into the police academy, so she's going to be a member of the law enforcement community within 4 to 6 months. Some "troublemaker," eh? Heh.

Seriously though, I'm damned proud of her. She's come a long way, through hell and back and has persevered. Life for her may never be perfect, but that's alright.

Is life ever perfect for anyone?