The first few episodes of The White Lotus were… bumpy but we’re getting back to a smoother season, thankfully.
While Leslie and Michelle have been filling up my cup, the tension and palpable potential for resentment is… woof. From personal experience, it’s… daunting, weird, vulnerable, and a bunch of other ick-inducing feelings to try to weave the thread between who I was at 17, or 15, and who I am at 38.
If it wasn’t weird or vulnerable or daunting, well, then I would have married my high school sweetheart and would be living in my hometown, I guess.
Choices.
Alisha Haridasani Gupta wrangles this in her NYT article Why Old Friends Bring Out Our Worst Teenage Selves.
As someone whose life has massively transformed in the last 15-20 years by virtue of living in different neighborhoods, cities, states, countries, and continents, I outsourced reactions to this article from others with long standing mates…
“This kinda hits a little close to home. right now I’m lucky if I get a text back in under a week from my closest friends — and half the time it’s just a thumbs-up emoji. guys are the worst at this kind of stuff”
"So while Gen Z is off building healthy relationships, I’m still deciphering if my group chat meant ‘lol’ in a supportive way or if I should spiral for 48 hours.
cool cool cool.”