Because, of course the world revolves around me

So, like, years ago, I had this friend who, like, was like my best friend. (We use to try to talk like valley girls for long stretches at a time . . . which is actually harder than you would, like, think.)

Anyway, She was fearless. She was totally unique and didn't seem to much care what others thought of her. She was smart and cool, and very different from the other young people I saw everyday. Being around her made me want to be fearless too.

As friendships from youth often go, we went off to different universities and our paths didn't cross again for many years. We became different people. We had different goals. She went on to a life of being footloose and unfettered. I settled down and pursued more domestic tasks.

A few years ago, via the internet, we became friends again. She even visited me and the Phenom on her way to a new adventure out west. And, when her car pulled up . . . literally covered with stickers advertising all sorts of causes or belief systems . . . I knew she hadn't changed much from the valley girl wanna be she was as a kid.

After she moved west, she struggled with not so kid like problems. She didn't know if she wanted to keep her job . . . after undergoing special training and moving across the country for it. She was lonely. She drank too much. She decided that the cure for it all was to have a child. I'm afraid I was rather harsh in my response to her announcement she wanted a child. I pretty much went all "Old Woman" on her and explained that she could hardly take care of herself and it would be a crime to inflict herself on a child. She stopped talking to me.

I've missed her over the years. I've lurked around on the internet . . . from time to time looking for her. I learned she indeed quit the job out west and moved back to her home. She opened her own business. She closed the business and moved west again . . . this time with her partner.

She still doesn't speak to me.

I recently found that she was friends with one of my friends on facebook. I've asked her to be my friend . . . and so far, nada. I can't help feeling dissed. I know that it is quite possible she is capable of keeping her facebook habits in balance with her life (unlike others I know). It is possible she is embarrassed. Or, maybe she thinks I'll react badly to learning that she is a lesbian. (Um, for the record, her being a lesbian totally makes sense and is the last thing I'd react badly to in a good friend.) Or, perhaps she just has decided to leave the old life behind.

But, since MY world revolves around me . . . I'm going with dissed.