Being together with some friends means enjoying life. I don’t need to be very intellectual or very funny. I am just the way I am.
I remember when my parents invited their friends, my family had to spend some very dumb hours. My father tried to talk as intelligently as possible. My mother tried to tell funny stories about our pets and about my brother and me.
Very often, my father was making fun of my mother and vice versa; and the guests tried to help the one or the other in order to prevent a big scene.
When the invitees left, the invitation always ended in a nasty fight between my mom and my dad. I don’t remember it without it. Never.
Nowadays, when my friends leave, I feel nurtured by love. It is as if I received a great gift.