My dinner date with my best friend reminded me of this:
You see, I’ve been looking forward to this dinner tonight since we made plans on Sunday. We had so much to talk about. But then as the minutes passed, I could feel the time slipping away, and the enjoyable time I was having being poisoned by the anxiety of the end of the conversation looming in the distance. There is suddenly a sense of urgency to cram in as many “talking points” and things to get off my chest as possible before the night fades away, and I am back alone with my thoughts on my way home.
There’s just never enough time to talk with your best friend.