I have this friend who is older and odd. I have become increasingly pissed at him over the drastically different views we have regarding the Middle East crisis and Africa issues. On top of that he is a fan of Noam Chomsky, which of course, in my world, gets him, automatically, categorically, thrown into the crazy ward in a psych hospital. While he does not fancy private college education (because he didn't get much out of his), he is fan of Stanford and MIT, but not so much of Harvard, and he thinks David Brooks, one of my favorite columnists and writers, is a nut job. I must admit, in more than one occasions, I had imagined him getting run over by a car or bus in the city, because he's against the car culture and he's an avid cyclist. In my horrid imagination, I'd be invited to his funeral and I'd say something like this to his friends, "Yes, I knew him once, and yes, we had some political differences."
Then, just like that, we found some common ground. The breakthrough came in today after we discussed the drone attack in Somalia, and then I found out that we all had the same stands on the welfare policy, military budget, and yes, we think that the Scandinavians are onto something about their long term foreign policy.
OK, I no longer secretively wish he's dead. I will let him live for another day, as a dear friend to me. My eulogy, for this imaginary funeral of his, will need to be re-crafted anyway.
Then, just like that, we found some common ground. The breakthrough came in today after we discussed the drone attack in Somalia, and then I found out that we all had the same stands on the welfare policy, military budget, and yes, we think that the Scandinavians are onto something about their long term foreign policy.
OK, I no longer secretively wish he's dead. I will let him live for another day, as a dear friend to me. My eulogy, for this imaginary funeral of his, will need to be re-crafted anyway.
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