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Open Email: Follow-up Thoughts on Last Night

Since I already shared this conversation with you, I thought I'd modify & share the follow-up email I just sent my friends. I want my blog and my real life to be on the same page, having the same conversations...

Hey world,

I hope that Friday is treating you all well. I am having a much better (and more productive day) than yesterday.

This morning I told my roommate about our conversation last night - particularly what "Girl With Insight" said about boys needing girls for friends where girls don't need boys in the same way...and she made a comment that I thought was wise. I forget how she phrased it exactly, but essentially that just because we may not need boys as friends doesn't mean boys should either date us or get out of our lives. That's unfair and selfish of us to expect or ask.

I know we ranted a little last night (and sometimes those rants are needed...), but I know that really, I don't want my life to be only about the selfish relationships that do the things I want them to. I am learning a lot from the healthy friendships I'm building with boys, and even though I don't always know what that looks like, I think it's key.

I'm pretty sure we're all on the same page here, and I think we should have more conversations about the things we're learning as we bumble along.

Those are my thoughts today...

AND I think you're all great!
Beth

Comments

Laura J said…
I'm learning we should be friends with boys and date men. It's much more productive.
MLW said…
Laura, I agree with your comment!
"bumble along" sounds about right, but "girl with insight" has got it way, way wrong.

if you want, read my response here:

www.multroneous.blogspot.com
I apologize for my harsh, hasty and unfair speculations I made about "girl with insight" on my blog. I'll edit my post.

Also, In my zeal for my best friends I overlooked your Christ-like consideration of other's needs as you further reflected on the topic of friendship.
Errata:
for "other's" read "others'"

For your grammatical satisfaction.

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