Every now and then, you're privy to a life of someone close to you that didn't involve you. Your parents' before you were born, your brother's at school once you both decided to never go to the same school again, your friends' before you were introduced to them. And the odd beauty of inside jokes and references is not only that it makes the newcomer slightly awkward, slightly apologetic for being there, but that it also tells you that lives are intensely private. You can not know everything.
Of course the very politics of using inside jokes in a group with some new people for the night, the right to assume, either that everyone is on the same page, or that the one or two who aren't can afford to not know, ever, is another story.
It's like a younger me once wrote, so succinctly: There are some circles you will never get into. For everything else, there's a book.
Of course the very politics of using inside jokes in a group with some new people for the night, the right to assume, either that everyone is on the same page, or that the one or two who aren't can afford to not know, ever, is another story.
It's like a younger me once wrote, so succinctly: There are some circles you will never get into. For everything else, there's a book.
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