Just read this. I like his writing a lot. His story triggered a thought that probably has little to do with his post, which is why I decided to post it here instead of commenting on his blog.
I didn't keep in touch with any one from any of my schools. I don't really have a hell of a lot of friends. I'm not the kind of person whose phone is ringing all the time. The flat is rarely filled with people who've dropped in. Some people I've known for a while, they don't even know what I do... okay, given the previous post, that's not such a crime.
Thing is, every now and then one person from the latest round of people I find myself hanging around with doesn't fade like the others. Somehow they manage to stick around seemingly for the long haul. These people are pretty fucking cool, and what OE talks about, that crying with happiness thing, it happens sometimes, and it's a good feeling knowing you've got people in your life who affect you like that.
So, my point here is that although I accumulate these kind of friends at a slower rate than maybe other people do, I reckon by the time I die I'll have a solid collection of the best quality lifelong friends you can imagine.
So come to my funeral - you'll be in awesome company.
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I'll check this overnight editor out.
And YOU? Need to get a feed! How on earth do you expect me to remember to stop by and read you when you don't have a feed? A FEED I SAY! Get one.
The people you surround yourself with are a reflection of yourself. I have always believed that it is not about having hundreds of people in your phone book, but about having friends who don't drain you and don't put any expectations on you. Who just want to be with you because you're you.
You're welcome, OE. And what a sweet feeling it is when you sometimes find out they do feel the same way.
I'll check this feed thing out, invisible. Sheesh.
Gin - not quite sure what the correct response to that is. It's a very good thought though.
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