The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung
Sometimes I question how I managed to become friends with Sherlock Holmes.
I was talking to Mike the other day. We began with small talk and it was quite possibly the most uncomfortable situation I've been in. We never really do small talk, me and Mike, so I really don't know why we went with it at all.
He has a lady friend. Planning to meet her someday.
And in the middle of the small talk, we - actually, he - ended up talking about Sherlock. Mike asked how he was doing. The short answer? Fine. The long answer? A bit sick, but he's doing fine. Continued asking questions about Sherlock. For example, what he does in his spare time. It's no different. Sherlock still uses his revolver to shoot at the walls. Yes, multiple now. He still solves cases whenever Lestrade calls him.
As I reflect back on the conversation - and type this out - I realize that I'm picking up the little things about Sherlock Holmes. And not just noticing them, but I think I'm getting traits from him. I've been insanely bored this past week. And taking care of Sherlock is like taking care of a child who doesn't know how to do anything. Imagine all the chores Sherlock would tell me to do. And I'm bored.
On the bright side, Sherlock's become more tolerable of others and their "idiocy." Usually mine seeing as he doesn't seem to throw back an insult whenever I ask a narrow-minded question. It's good, I think. It's progress. I think I'm warming up to him. I can definitely say that he's warming up to me. No matter how annoying he is.
I still wouldn't consider our whatever-the-hell-we-have (apparently, I'm not allowed to call ourselves "the dynamic duo") a friendship, but I think it's getting there.
P.S. It's been two weeks since my last entry. Exactly eight months since Sherlock and I met. I'm planning to go out drinking tonight. Without him, of course.