I had lunch recently with a friend, let’s call him Nadger, who I have known for many years. It’s one of those friendships that is so entrenched in our respective lives that we don’t question it: it’s part of the life furniture. We don’t see each other all that often — we don’t need to because the relationship is not about events or experiences, it’s about who we are. In fact, we see each other infrequently enough, maybe once every six or twelve months, that our conversational habits are forgotten between meetings, which is why I regularly forget that Nadger has a habit that drives me crazy.
When the conversation reaches certain points Nadger easily throws out phrases like, “Anyway, let’s move on” or more explicitly, “I don’t want to talk…
You're reading a preview of
WellBeing (Digital) - 1 Issue, Issue 204