I've lately been reading Native Son by Richard Wright. One of the themes in the story is how everyone sees what they want to see and is blinded by their stereotypes/prejudices. For example, in the story, after Bigger, a black boy, kills a white girl, no one suspects him because it is assumed a black boy wouldn't dare kill a white girl.
Applied to my friends, this makes a lot of sense to me. Often times the only way I know what's going on in Matt's life is through his blog. I take him for granted and assume I know what's going on with him. Updates feel like talking to relatives: all facts, and basic facts at that. When I think about him I see him how he's always been, and I assume he's not changed. So when he posts on his blog, it often blindsides me. If I saw him one on one with a girl I'd assume he was a friend doing something nice for her, not a guy on a date. Chances are, since he's surprised me so much lately, that he'd be on a date.
I'm a little tired of not knowing my friends anymore. Being surprised by the changes in them. I feel like I see each of them so rarely. My daily interactions are with other friends; I miss my dear friends from Cheney.
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