So remember the friend who suddenly went full-on wokesteroid to the point where I started avoiding her? And people on the blog said she must have something going on in her personal life that I don’t know about. I didn’t believe it because we practically live in each other’s pockets, so how could I not know?
But then I discovered that I was wrong and the readers were right. The friend has a clusterfuck of horribleness going on. Finally, she decided to share. We had a long, very good talk and wokester stuff didn’t come up at all. I’m now thinking that the wokester thing was her way of sharing her sadness without referring to what was actually causing it.
Thank you, everybody. A beautiful friendship has been saved because I stuck with it and drew out the information about what was going on. Without your advice, I wouldn’t have persisted with the endless questions of, “are you sure there’s nothing else? Is there anything at all going on? Anything?”