Sometimes you just got to let it out you know? One of my friends felt sheepish telling me about unresolved feelings for her boyfriend ten years ago. As I questioned her on the chain of events, her memory was clear and specific. It was all news to me but it was obvious that these things were just as fresh in her mind as nearly a decade ago.
This evening, after some time watching people drink and sing their lungs out at a karaoke cave, we kept the party moving to a back room dance place in the East Village. It seems to be that New York has a lot of these sorts of places. Innocent on the outside, party on the inside. As our cab arrived earlier than my friend's, I texted her, "We're here but there's no music." I was pretty sure our night was over; I should have known better. Hidden behind a pastry shop, a Mexican restaurant, or a quiet wine bar, New York has an abundance of secret spaces with people partying the night away. I thought I liked secret bars a lot, but those have disappointed of late, and I've switched my allegiance to semi-disguised dance places.
Afterward, a little drunk and buzzy, we settled in to eat in Chinatown. Halfway through our meal, the conversation turned to college grievances. Things that had happened years ago came spilling out. Pent up feelings, angry diabtribes, curses and judgements. Some of the people we talked about were my good friends, and we all knew that, but hearing a different perspective is always interesting. In theory, I could have risen to my friends' defense, but this was a forum for opinions, not a fight for truth.
In any social circle, there's a party line or dialogue that is traditionally kept to and I forget sometimes that that's not how everyone thinks. In fact, even inside a particular social circle, people's opinions are rarely aligned. Not everyone's going to get along, and not everyone's perspectives are the same. What're you gonna do?
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