Telephonics
We know it's both of us, missing friends and people to have around and bullshit with. But making friends takes more than just clay and duct tape, although that's a good start, and most of what our (now distant) friends are made of. Tough and full of potential, creative and real, with a dark side and a light side, and they hold the universe together. So, we have to be content and brave and appreciate what we have and who we are and be glad we have each other every day, and Moby, too.
Because after school is over, friends are hard to come by. Especially for the shy and anti-social and tired, whose friends have children that they are conscientiously raising well. We must bide and stay open and be strong.
Such is life, at least for us agnostics, who cannot pretend belief for the sake of social acceptance. We who are ill-fitting and difficult and odd. We must be patient and observant and steadfast all the days of our lives. To do anything less is to become who we are not. Friends may come, or not, but we cannot change who we are to suit fashion or faith, nor to pander to lies.
We indulge our shyness and dislike of the telephone.
Because after school is over, friends are hard to come by. Especially for the shy and anti-social and tired, whose friends have children that they are conscientiously raising well. We must bide and stay open and be strong.
Such is life, at least for us agnostics, who cannot pretend belief for the sake of social acceptance. We who are ill-fitting and difficult and odd. We must be patient and observant and steadfast all the days of our lives. To do anything less is to become who we are not. Friends may come, or not, but we cannot change who we are to suit fashion or faith, nor to pander to lies.
We indulge our shyness and dislike of the telephone.
Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, May 22, 2010
7 comments:
I greatly admire your honesty, and your strength in remaining true to yourselves.
I know.
Teleporters, we really need reliable teleporters.
Temporary friends are easy to find. Life-long friends are rare and precious. Most of my life long friends are also relatives -- cousins, sister, my children (though I love all of my children, not all of them are friends).
telephones bite!! Texting isn't too bad though...:-)
verification...eradica ?!!
yes
'We indulge our shyness and dislike of the telephone.'
We too.
A very young blogger I used to read, and liked, spoke of making a new friend in her digs - they were both strangers in a strange land - and said she made herself talk to the other because 'shyness isn't worth loneliness'. I think she was right for her at that moment, but now for me I'm not sure the fear of loneliness is worth risking my privacy for.
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