Friendly friends of friendliness.

Friendly friends of friendliness.

As we entered the chippy, Angie was leaning a little on the counter, in intense conversation with the owner. I was startled to see her, and pleased, because here was someone I had met in Edinburgh who wasn’t part of my volunteer work or introduced to me by FunkyPlaid! Someone I met on my very own. She was a captive audience in a grocery store, but I’ll take it. I greeted her and we had a nice conversation — of which I got about 70%, “nae” and “tae” being the least of my difficulties — and then as we parted, she hugged me, and she hugged and kissed FunkyPlaid. We left, and I was exhilarated. ._.-. On a whim, I logged into a mush I hadn’t visited in a while, and met someone new. That is uncommon, since the same...

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Posted on 8 Jan 2012 | Comments Off

grateful for friendship

Simply put: I would not be the person I am without the support and love of my friends. I have been blessed my entire life with excellent friendships.  The only thing I struggle with, friendship-wise, is the occasional feeling of being left out or excluded. This feeling is entirely a fabrication of my fear, as I have no evidence to support it. Aside from my parents, my longest contiguous friendships are with Adam (22 years) and Lara (16 years).  They each live thousands of miles away, but I know we can pick up right where we leave off, whenever that happens to be.  I also know that we know each other very well, and accept each other for exactly what we are.  I can’t ask for more from a friend. A difficult lesson I am learning is how to cultivate...

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Posted on 11 Jul 2008 | Comments Off

far away

It occurred to me, again, that my closest friends, with the exception of Chad, are all far, far away from me. Most are over a thousand miles away; one is even five thousand miles. Five thousand miles. It’s possible I will never meet him face to face, although I don’t like to think that way. What amazes me is that it doesn’t amaze me anymore: I need a computer to keep in daily contact with the people who matter most. ._.-. That must be lonely, the Dr. Doctor inside my head says. Do you feel lonely? No, I reply. I don’t really have any idea about my physical presence anymore anyway. Sometimes I look at the insides of my arms. Running one palm gently up and down the sallow skin, I inspect my veins, which are quite visible, almost...

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Posted on 12 Apr 1999 | Comments Off