Let's see... there was still an inordinate amount of talking, which kind of falls under "support structure" since a lot of it was about the academic, religious, parental, etc. issues we were both dealing with at the time. I also seem to recall a lot of evenings which started out with me getting out of rehearsal, going to her room, and saying "Whatcha doin'?" "Studying." "What, again?" "No, still." "Well, put the book away and come do X." (X was usually something like going to Walmart or a campus activity, but generally just hanging out.) Just random college kid stuff, you know?
The thing is, Beth and I were best friends from nearly the moment we met, certainly before we knew much of anything about each other's interests or dysfunctions or anything else. It was one of those "click" moments. I will admit that we met due to common interests, however. Or rather lack thereof -- we were the only two people on our hall that didn't plan on going to Tacky Party, so Beth's roommate (whom I knew from theatre) suggested that we hang out. After a few games of You Don't Know Jack and a minorly traumatic experience involving walking in on my roommate & her boyfriend, that was that.
To throw another wrench in the works, there's my roommate and I. We have oodles of common interests, plus trust, standard deviation, and compatible dysfunctions (anyone who can live in the same room with me for two years without killing me is a saint, and the same goes for anyone who doesn't kill Megs.) We were nearly perfect roommates; in all the time we lived together we had exactly one fight, which started at lunch and was over by 10 pm. but while we are certainly friends, we are just as certainly not best friends.
I dunno. I'm just not sure how quantifiable this sort of thing is.
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Re: Okay, mind exploring this?
Date: 2003-11-17 03:01 pm (UTC)The thing is, Beth and I were best friends from nearly the moment we met, certainly before we knew much of anything about each other's interests or dysfunctions or anything else. It was one of those "click" moments. I will admit that we met due to common interests, however. Or rather lack thereof -- we were the only two people on our hall that didn't plan on going to Tacky Party, so Beth's roommate (whom I knew from theatre) suggested that we hang out. After a few games of You Don't Know Jack and a minorly traumatic experience involving walking in on my roommate & her boyfriend, that was that.
To throw another wrench in the works, there's my roommate and I. We have oodles of common interests, plus trust, standard deviation, and compatible dysfunctions (anyone who can live in the same room with me for two years without killing me is a saint, and the same goes for anyone who doesn't kill Megs.) We were nearly perfect roommates; in all the time we lived together we had exactly one fight, which started at lunch and was over by 10 pm. but while we are certainly friends, we are just as certainly not best friends.
I dunno. I'm just not sure how quantifiable this sort of thing is.