I think that may become the running theme for my night postings. We all have to have something, after all.

A friend of mine that applied for Journalism school at UT got turned down by the school this past week. She and I have known each other for about ten years now. She’s probably one of my closest friends, in fact. She’s been there through the easy times and the rough. Part of me is really sad and disappointed that she won’t be moving this way, though not for the reasons you may think.

See, Misti (that’s her name) and I have formed a very close platonic relationship over the years. We met in our early teen years, had a written correspondence for a couple years, then moved on to phone calls and email. Nowadays, she’s a phone call away. Well, actually that’s half right. Normally she’d be a phone call away. Right now though, she’s teaching an English class in Mexico. Misti has become a member of my inner circle over time- that small group of people that know and see the real me. I mean, they know ME, not the carefully constructed facade I put out to the world. Beerslinger’s in that group as well, though we’d both kid about it more than anything to others.

He actually factors into this as well. Misti and Beerslinger have met over the years. They have pretty much one or two things in common- me. Misti is in fact pretty much the complete opposite of Beerslinger. She’s as fiesty and hardheaded a liberal as anyone I’ve ever met, and she will waste no time in making that clear in discussions about politics, social issues and other topics. beerslinger’s a definite conservative, as you can see from his posts here every so often. Me? I’m a moderate conservative who’s leaned a little more to the left on certain issues than Beerslinger but far to the right on most issues from Misti.

Anyways, back to the story. A few years back, BS comes to me and says that he’s spoken to Misti and he asks if I have any romantic feelings for her. I won’t lie- I’ve entertained the thought once or twice over the years. But that thought is quickly snuffed out and I move away from it just as fast. Why, do you ask? Well, Misti is like a sister to me. She’s the friend you had in high school who you grew up along side, and as the years passed you remained good friends but both knew that not only wouldn’t you go further than that but that you also both didn’t WANT to go further. Hell, the fact that we’ve known each other a decade and hadn’t cut our ties blew the both of us away recently.

So, that’s not the reason I’m sad and disappointed. No, I’m more disappointed that a friend who has invested a lot personally into wanting to further her education and career options isn’t able to go to the school she really wanted to attend. I’m sad that we won’t be able to hang out every now and then at a bar or coffee shop, arguing the finer points of foreign policy or some other topic. I’m sad that she’s going to have to settle for another school. But I’m also hopeful that she finds what she wants, and I think she’ll do just fine in any case.

Out.

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