My life as a sitcom

Today I thought my life resembled the Sex in the City Show. I was chatting with my friend Amy about how our friend Susan never told us she was dating. We read about it on her blog and such. She doesn't mention names, just that it's over. Now we are terribly intrigued. Who could it be and why didn't she tell us?

So the sitcom part came from us asking to ourselves: shouldn't she tell us and why do we expect to know?

The answer I guess it's simple: if we are friends we are together in the good times and the bad, or at least we would like to be. So, if we are friends and we give each other advice, we worry what's going on and if our friend is okay. Then shouldn't we know when they actually are? Shouldn't we celebrate when something is going right and worry when they are not? Thus, my Carrie Bradshaw feeling.

Now I wonder when I have "left out" a friend of mine and worry. For these little events that are ridiculous, passing and unimportant create bonds between girls and friends, making the friendship stronger. It's sad that I only talk to most of my friends via "updates of my life" emails. At the same time, I'm glad - I can. That way when I see them they still know how I am.