Friday, April 11, 2003

A friend I hadn't seen for a while told me today that now that she's out of her depression, she feels embarassed, having bared her soul. As if she spoke inappropriately after getting drunk at a party. That makes me afraid for her, that she fears that intimacy, and because her next spiral, she may not allow herself the comfort of friends. There is something to the entire drunken circle phenomenon, where people drink together and bare their souls. I once thought of it as fascile nonsense, the bonds that form there, but I think I understand it better, especially in our cautious, polite society. The sharing while inebriated, and sharing of inebriation, creates its own community. 11:57:58 PM