When your close friend becomes an acquaintance.
If our relationship was depicted in latte art, this would be us. (Image: Bad Latte Art)
Here we are once again. You and I.
Seeing you, it’s like going to the dentist – an occasional appointment which you begrudgingly force yourself to attend.
It’s an obligatory ritual in which we go through the same steps as last time: assess the situation, clean with that pointy thing which I don’t really like, clean with the toothpastey thing which is comparatively better, then rinse! My dentist is a lovely, lovely woman – she is caring, intelligent and pragmatic. We make small talk about our lives and her adult children, whom I know.
Except you are not my dentist and my teeth are no cleaner after having seen you. (more…)