He was pleased that he knew her

Coming full circle is this magical idea that people seem to have that serves to bless and legitimatize life experiences. When something has come full circle all is right with the world. All the decisions made and paths chosen were the *right ones*. Everything is as it should be. What I see is an incestuous orgy to the tune of "It's a small world after all..."

Stupidly I mentioned the friend I had in school, the object of my, repeating, envy and desire. He had spoken to her on the telephone! I mention her name in passing to see if he had heard her music at all, to find that she is acquainted with his girlfriend.

I smiled. I was not in one of my jealous moods yesterday. I was generous with everything. "Oh, how nice for them!" Whoever "they" are and I was almost sincere, as sincere as I get when comparing my life failures to the fantastical lives of risk and success others enjoy.