I read this today on wholewheatwords.wordpress.com, as I finished my last day of my first year back at Ryerson. I found it by Googling this girl's name "Charlene Chae" I had written down on what I think is a Vancouver bus ticket. The blog is wholeweatwords.wordpress.com.

I used to have a girl with whom I’d talk about sandwiches.

“People who really know their sandwiches,” she said, “—sandwich gourmets—always use butter, even if they’re putting mayo on there too.”

Why? I asked. And sandwich gourmets? Really?

“Really. Keeps the bread from getting soggy,” she said.

Nothing worse than a soggy sandwich.

“Nothing.”

We walked across a dry concrete courtyard. It was indian summer and on campus boys and girls smoked and read books in the colourless sunlight. The grass was still brown and freezerburnt. Geometric 1970s buildings cast mathematical shadows on rounded 1960s buildings.

Days later, the girl decided that what we were doing wouldn’t work. Among other things we no longer would discuss sandwiches.

Afterwards I made sandwiches without her input.

It reminded me of all the kids I used to hang out with who ultimately decided they were too "cool" to spend special moments together. It made me think about how everyone has a summer they don't want to forget. And somehow I don't think I've had that yet. Somehow I think I need that. And as Erika tells me what we had together was special, but she's not ready to "go there" at least yet, I think about how badly I need to have those moments. It doesn't seem to me like Juliet is capable of going there right now. She's always sick or afraid (and that's cute, for sure) or just too busy with work and such.

But just as the writer did, the only thing you really can do when friends become douchebags, is just keep on trucking. Continue to enjoy your life, and the things that make it special.