---Where's my Wilson?

Sometimes as we go along, as we grow old, we tend to develop that sense of independency. Our attention span shortens for a period of time until at least you haven't landed the retirement age. The reason behind is that the friends we have made while you were in school slowly loses the time you spend together, the way you used to. We have our families, kids to attend to, work to keep up with and then the friendship becomes the last options.

I feel a little bit in the denial stage because I am a people person.The other week my Wilson came for a one month vacation. She ventured a job in Qatar, in exchange of her work at RFM,and her other way {I guess} of making a life alone. Back in the days, we are the yin-yang, though nothing bad really comes out of any of us. She's been able to help in times I'm in dire need, financially mostly. We get this endless talk of reminiscing childhood shenanigans, as I help her finish the laundry. I would be her constant companion whenever she needs to run an errand, she would always pay for the meals, since she had the job first...and a lot of things. She smoke and drink occasionally, something I didn't acquire anyhow. My stand is simple. I get no pleasure in it, so why do it. Her existence too,was my only path to finding my husband now, of which I kept it from her since she will disapprove it. and that's another story of course. She only found it out when I was alrady pregnant and naturally became the godmother of my eldest daughter, who calls her mommy too.
And yeah, our age took off the calendar days..and as it flew, we've grown that common disease: lack of communication. and isn't tantamount to oblivion though. I just wish we could have more time together again.

While watching House MD,Wilson and House reminded me of our friendship...and please no one is far similar to the arrogance, cynicism and sarcasm Dr House harbors.In some simple ways I found kinship in between.We all have our own "Wilson" whom we can rely on when you're down in the dumps without judging for who you are.I suddenly realized that,currently, no one ever holds her position of knowing me inside and out...and I got practically sentimental. She came home going straight to her family, unlike our days.

But this is the truth. We cannot hold up a person responsible for nurturing a relationship no matter how much we convince our selves that most bonds are communion of kindred spirits..of likeness and differences. The fact remains always the same. Acceptance.

Where's my Wilson? I soo miss her. :{