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Stuck in the far reaches, quotidian arctic wilderness of my social life, I have unwittingly neglected the art of basking in the warmth of friendship. I have been comfortably living my life that I failed to reconnect with long lost friends from my not so distant adolescent life. I guess I have been so wrapped up in my personal tragedies. Lately, I allowed myself to partake in a get-together. I went to what is considered the cultural center of the masses– the mall. I haven’t seen M or P in over two years. M was there sans P and brought along B, an acquaintance. We had to wait for P. She was on a meeting. P is a dermatologist while M is a nursing student, her second course after finishing Mass Communication. We were settling comfortably over lunch and after only 30 minutes into the conversation, I was ready to transform myself into a hedious beast wanting to devour B in the process. His awfully irritating one- track -mindedness was just too much. He really pushed my buttons. I had to restrain myself. Anyway, M has always been a pleasure to be  with. Through the years she has gracefully maintained her tolerance, her impeccable breeding, elegance, her kindness and humility. If one could only learn from osmosis I’d be a better person and B, an actual person. The rarity of our togetherness made me oblivious of some of her delightfully funny idiosyncrasies. Details about her. Her being dreadful of flies feasting on our italian lunch, her obssessive alcohol handwashing, her careful choice of words, to her being ever so passive. I had almost forgotten that part about her. It reminded me of things past. Later P arrived. P more than M came so much more than a surprise to me. It’s exhilirating to find how she has managed to learn to tone down her loudness. I didn’t even felt the urge to put my finger in my ears everytime she would opened her mouth. She’s more mature and definitely more secure about herself. It is such a lovely rediscovery. I wish I could say the same for myself. As for B, I could only wish one thing. I wish for the ground to open and devour him lovingly. He’d make a good fertilizer.