Well Excuse Me

The one thing I have learned from studying my friends is that we are all different. Although we all live similar types of lives, some of us are what I like to call “complex” friends. I consider myself to be a simple friend; easy to get along with, not overly demanding or loud. My complex friends often need more attention and will escalate their behavior if they don’t get it. I don’t talk much about her, but in our outer circle is Clarisse Boudin. Clarisse is a different kind of southern than Judy Anne. Judy Anne prides herself on her impeccable manners, which she wears like a shield. The smallest motion of her face can let you know that someone has overstepped their boundary. She is a bad behavior detector and it’s always fun to watch her at the annual block party as she semi-interrogates the newest families.

Clarisse joined our group at the club pool yesterday for some talk time. Clarisse throws in some salty language from time to time, so I usually encourage the children to swim or play cards more when she is around our group. It’s not that we are above using a curse word from time to time – I have a few that just fall off my lips when I accidently hurt myself. In fact, I think most people have their own go-to string of expletives. Clarisse is also what I call a good talker. She barely takes a breath between sentences. She had her head thrown back to sun her face. You couldn’t see her eyes because she had large cats-eye sunglasses on. I noticed that both Mags and I were watching Judy Anne as Clarisse spoke. Judy Anne’s facial twitches were hysterical but she held her thoughts to herself or at least I can say they weren’t shared verbally. I actually lost track of what Clarisse was saying at one point as I watched. It probably wasn’t anything too shocking but it was obviously not something Judy Anne thought should be discussed in public.

Luckily, the lifeguard whistled for the start of the adult swim time. Mags leaned over and grabbed Judy Anne’s hand and quickly pulled her up to join her in the pool. I followed, leaving Clarisse still talking to herself. Maybe that’s all she wanted to do. After Mags, Judy Anne and I were in the pool for a couple of minutes, Judy Anne had cooled down enough to laugh at what had just happened. Mags told her about her face twitching and she laughed even more. All Judy Anne could say was how amazed she was that a Southern girl like Clarisse could talk in such a manner in public. Oh well, I guess we all have different filters. My study continues.

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