Monday, November 12, 2018

The Sunday Club

I have this group of friends I've known since high school. And I mean really good friends, people I've known long and I've shared experiences with, we have a common history, our own vocabulary, a group culture of sorts. Of course I've gained friends since then, really good friends from Uni, work or elsewhere. That core group of friends from long ago is still there, enriched. The groups of friends have mingled, became friends, the core is still there. They are the Sunday Club.

Before, when we were in high school and after, in uni, we used to meet at least once a week, usually on Sundays. We'd have lunch, or rather brunch, or just a cup of something hot (or cold, depending on the season) and talk. Our lives, our loves, the books we've read, the movies that made our hearts stop, even politics and economics, the way in which the world moves, whatever topic touched us in any way was brought up and made a good starting point for others. Time used to stop around us, we were just friends around a table, enjoying  a good moment.

And then we each left in the four corners so now we only meet twice or 3 times a year. It's always as nice, but now we spend time talking about us more than about the world. The world comes in discussion too, but only because we make it move now, not the other way around.

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