The People You Dot Dot Dot With

Thinking again about that comment by the 60s deadhead I met: “The people you did drugs with were the people you did drugs with.”

But tonight I think about it with a dot dot dot. The people you do blah with are the people you do blah with. Or rather mwah mwah, in the tone of Ms. Othmar, from the Charlie Brown movies.

I think human relationships are mostly random. No purpose populates them. No ultimate meaning is reached.

But are most human relationships pursued more strictly? The people you do drugs with, is that all they are? The people you work with. The people you sleep with. The people you choose for family. Is this all they are?