Monday, August 22, 2011
FRIENDSHIP BEATS SEX!
FRIENDSHIP BEATS SEX!
Yes. It surprised me, too.
I keep track of what countries visit me and what key words on Google led them to me.
SEX. DOMINATRIX. SEDUCTION.
They were all popular. But every day my post “WHY FRIENDSHIP?” is a magnet for visitors.
We yearn for it,
For we are the Hollow People.
Science will tell you that. Inside an atom is a nucleus, composed of flying neutrons and protons.
The nucleus is orbited by electrons, travelling so fast, they seem to form a solid shell. In between them? Empty space.
Squeeze all the empty space out of each of our atoms, and we would be but a handful of dust.
Like an atom’s nucleus, many of us fly through life so fast, we project the illusion of solidity.
But like the atom’s nucleus, we are hollow.
Walk the streets of any large city and look into the eyes of those you pass. Slip through the veneer we put up to keep the predators at bay,
and you will see the hollowness of their spirits,
yearning for friendship, for connection with a kindred spirit.
To no longer be hollow.
That is why friendship plays such a large role in all of my novels, as in this scene from CREOLE KNIGHTS when Meilori’s is re-opened after Hurricane Katrina :
I was standing by the oak door and appreciating the colorful exit of the sun, off to see what the other half of the world had been up to. There was a rustle of satin cloth to my right.
I looked away from the sky and saw Sister Magda already by my side. She was one of the few people who could sneak up on me. Personally, I thought she teleported.
Looking more like Diana the Huntress than a nun, she smirked, “Teleport? Me? How far males will go to protect their prides.”
“Hello, Magda. You know there are goddesses who are envious of your beauty.”
She smiled, and it was a sight De Vinci would have been hard put to do justice to on canvas.
“I insult you, and you compliment me. Is there no end to the depths of your depravity?”
“Apparently not, since I’ve irritated the hell out of the mayor, the governor, and the President, his teeny tiny self. And I’ve not even let out a third of the secrets I know about them.”
We both laughed. Grief was an undercurrent to it. But so was a deep friendship.
I tried to ignore the grief and to lay fast to the friendship. It was a way to live. A good way I think.
Her smile faded. Mine did, too. Shit, here it came.
“I have come to talk to you of Renny.”
I sighed. “I’ve stayed away these past days. I’ll keep on being scarce.”
Her fingers lightly touched my cheek. “You are a fool.”
“I hope you’re not expecting an argument from me.”
“Do you know what keeps my Renny going?”
“Reckon I do. Your love for him and his for you.”
She sighed as if it were a wound. “That and one thing more.”
“What more could there be?”
“You believing in him. Your friendship.”
“I - I don’t know what to say.”
“Say that you are glad to see him when he comes in later tonight, that you have missed him.”
“I have missed him.”
“Then, tell him so.”
“Do you think it is such a good thing for him to come here?”
“No, it is a terrible idea. But it would be a worse one for him to stay away from his best friend.”
Her long forefinger prodded into my chest. “Can you ‘reckon’ that?”
Seeing the fire in her eyes, I forced out, “If I can’t, I’ll lie and say I can.”
NINE DAYS LEFT!