What happened to us?

Got off the phone this evening with my high school chum, Jo. What the hell happened to us? We used to be as tight as Baby Phat Jeans. Now, we're more like an old pair of sweats from Walmart, loose and not really together. I'm getting married in 6 months (chewing nails, chewing nails) and she's still at home, complaining about her mom and basking in the fading glow of adolescent indifference (ie. not taking job seriously, dating players). For Chrissake she is, after all, 21. Not to say that every 21-year-old should have a direction and know what they want from life. That's too idealogical. It's OK to be a bit confused. But my buddy lacks motivation. I think that's the very basic drive, urge, push WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, that says, "Why are things this way? How can I change them?"

If I say, "let's get together and paint the town red. Do it up Sex and The City style", she'll probably say something encouraging. Something like, "Sure! Sounds great!" The problem for her is follow-through. Will she trek 13 miles out to the city to see me? I don't know. Maybe I'm being critical...maybe it's the White Russian that my fiancee lovingly prepared for me...I feel she's hopeless. If you don't know what you really want, then how can you possibly go for anything? If you're afraid to leave the safety of your warm safe little haven, then you can't possibly have any ambition. I honestly don't know how to help home girl out. She needs guidance. I feel the need to drag her ass into a Starbucks, order two venti caramel mocchiatos and have an hour of just shooting the shit. Everyone needs that, right? Someone to talk to. I don't know what it'll accomplish but I'll ask her out. Take her Margaritaville and attempt a little gentle persuasion. Where do I even BEGIN?