“Some days I really miss Legend of the Seeker.”
This is hands down one of the best texts I can ever get.
Every so often a friend of mine texts me this. Sometimes the wording is slightly different, but the thought is always the same. She is reminded of a show we both really enjoyed (I will say for myself “loved,” but I don’t necessarily want to say that for her), and that reminds her of me, so she reaches out to me.
It isn’t a deep conversation. It isn’t a topic that encompasses the decade we have been friends. It isn’t everything about the tragedies we’ve shared, the comfort we’ve given, the prayers we’ve said, or even the amazing time our senior year in college when she kicked over a hay bale at a school event because two freshman were obnoxiously making out on it. (So funny, I think I peed my pants just a little.)
It’s just a sentence. Just a sentence about something silly that we share. And when one of us thinks of it, we think of the other. It’s easy to get caught up in the seriousness of our relationships. We sometimes talk ourselves out of reaching out because we don’t have the time for a lengthy catch-up over the phone, or we think the other person doesn’t. We feel awkward because maybe a great deal of time has passed. (Or in my case, because so much time has passed I can’t remember how many kids that person has now.) We don’t want to “bother” someone with the trivialities of our daily life and think we should save communication for life-changing events. Every so often I see on Facebook people who are strangers to me making idle chit-chat with a friend I haven’t been in contact with for a while, and I think “hey asshole, back off, that’s my friend!” But the stranger-to-me is trying, I am not.
So, if I may make a suggestion. If you don’t know what to do for Lent you could make a concerted effort to reach out to people in a simple way. A text with a funny story. I notecard you think will make them laugh. An email with links to shoes you think they should buy when Lent is over. You might feel like a goober, basically saying to someone, “I was thinking of you, I hope you’re well.” But remember, that person already knows you’re a goober. Show them you are a goober who still cares, even if it has been a while.
I think I should start making a list.
(3 Years, 4 Months, and 27 Days Sober)