I was told by my mother…
…that it would be difficult to stay in touch with my best friend when we moved to another state. She said that Becky would forget me. She didn’t want me to stay in touch because she and my dad were really fucked up and they wanted to start all over and pretend that everything would be okay.
So, I’ve never been good at staying in touch with people. I hate calling people because my mom made it so horribly difficult for me to have a phone conversation with any of my friends. I suck at writing to my friends because they won’t remember me anyway.
The Internet has made a huge difference in my world. I have regular contact with friends via Facebook and have found friends that I care deeply about on Twitter and on Tumblr. Sometimes I even call people.
It’s strange that after all these years, I still have difficulty re-recording a better version of the tapes in my head that my mother and father recorded for me.
