What Emotions?

There are four of us. Trying to do this thing. This---accomplishment thing. This thing where we commit to a common list of ten tasks we swear we're each going to do this year- 2010. Pinky promising and the whole bit.

We're all kind of crazy. We're pretty loud. Very happy. Very drunk, I mean full of life. We've been friends since we were 14. She knew her when she had braces, and she saw her sing in the high school plays, and she knew her when she had bangs, oh wait, we all had bangs. And mullets. Point being, a dozen years of friendship later-- we're going to do this thing. This accomplishment thing.

Being that we're loud, happy and drunk/full of life... we tended to evade our emotions. We scoffed at the girls that got all squishy about boys and blatantly laughed at each other when another cried at a skinned knee on the soccer field. We're tough, independent and all that. Except we're totally not. And only in our mid-pushing-late twenties have we allowed each into that dark place where those damn emotions come from. (The frontal lobe or the hypothalamus or the amygdala or something like that. I swear I passed neuroscience. At any rate, it's a dark and confusing place. That place emotions come from). We got all squishy about boys and definitely cried over skinned knees because have you ever skinned your knee in your twenties? ZOMG it hurts way more than when you're 14.


So, we're doing this kind of emotional thing. This accomplishment thing. We're committing to a common list of 10 things we all swear we'll do in 2010.