Last night I went to see "Iron Man" with my Westchester Geek Squad. These are friends that like to meet up every two weeks for D&D, but sometimes misses, and it might end up being a month between get-togethers. Somehow, we're very connected. I've known the Girl of the Group longer than I've known MFTD--and that's about 20-25 years. Grim Jester is a part of this group, and he was the one who helped me move when I was evicted. He has shining moments of blazingly loyal friendship, but usually he's a miserable human who finds the good in very little (and even HE liked this movie). He challenged me once on how to have a friendship, and I'd adopted it--which served him very well when I was ready to dump him.
The movie was great. I highly recommend! Sitting in the theater, I realized how fast today was coming on me and I wanted to run screaming. In the middle of friends and geekdom. I felt so miserably afraid. It was like the seconds before the plane takes off, or the rollercoaster crests the apex of the first drop. My brain screams "Why are you putting me THROUGH this?!"
The answer is simple. This act of bonding is something that is 'normal' and I want to be 'normal'. I want to belong.
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
You want to marry me, we'll marry.