When my friend was young she was very beautiful, like movie star gorgeous. She had long strawberry blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a graceful figure. She had a lovely devilish sense of fun. She was very creative, and was a painter. So my memories of her kind of cloud my perceptions. Now she is pretty brittle and bitter and nothing makes her happy. It drives me nuts because she has a lot to be happy about. She dwells on the negative all the time. I guess I don't recognize who she has become.