Feeling disloyal 17 years later

I had a great friend in college. She was funny, smart, sometimes morose, a lot like me. We were roommates freshman year; two women left in the dorm after most of the other newcomers left for sorority houses at the end of orientation week.

She gently made fun of my shrine to my high school boyfriend and the weak speech introductions I wrote for my college speech class. We schemed ways to find a ride downtown, as neither of us had a car. We had the same taste in music and people. She was wonderful, a perfect freshman roommate.

We even disliked the same people and music, which was also convenient. A mutual friend of ours liked Neil Young and often sang phrases from his songs. We both hated Neil Young, both for his skanky looks and yowl-y voice.

Years later I have come to appreciate Neil Young and am even listening to his new album right now.

Although I like his music now, I still feel disloyal for listening to it even now because of my friend. Part of our bond was hating Neil Young and I feel like a traitor for voluntarily listening to his music now.

Silly, I know, but true none the less.

We had a falling out 11 years ago, almost to the day. I miss her a lot. I wonder if she would WB if I sent her this blog post in a letter?