One time I was at my friend's house, and all of her best friends from high school were there. This super tight-knit group of girls. They all crowded into one room and announced that a meeting was about to take place.
I got SO excited. This is the meeting I've always wanted to attend, I thought. The one where we just stop everything, stop holding up this crazy facade and investigate and ask questions about
WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON HERE.
I waited for the 'meeting' to begin, thinking of everything we would talk about, trying to organize in my head all the questions I had.
I waited and waited, until I realized this was the meeting. Just everyone hanging out. No organized discussions of existential questions. No wide-open pondering.
What was I thinking? No such meeting exists, I thought.
BUT I WAS WRONG. On Friday, July 13th I was visited by my friend Kara.
I opened the door and there she was, with a stack of hats and printouts and folders and an AGENDA. We got to ask questions and answer questions and think and. And it was perfect.
Here's some notes I took.
There will be more meetings. Possibly to be held each Friday the 13th.