I wrote a meandering whine about not having friends, but had to make so many qualifications and exceptions. I live with the dearest friend imaginable, and a cat who loves us (in his cat way) and all of you who read here.
No, right now we don't have a circle of friends, no one to socialize with, no way to find others. The old gang scattered, some to California, some into their own lives, making children their centers.
The gap left by the lost friend still aches, when I wanted to share a story with her, an image, a video she would love. And I realize how little I ever asked of her, so that when I did, it apparently seemed an imposition, a burden too heavy to be borne. My fault for overloading, hers for not being clear sooner. But she really was irreplaceable, will remain so.
So, cherish my dear little family, and be open to life. Yes, I will remember.
Life is just a chair of bowlies.
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There was a period in my early twenties where the only friends I had were the ones I had met online, and that I could see only once or twice a year as funds allowed. I remember that being not really the best part of my life, so I believe I can, to a degree, sympathize.
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I don't know if you are a hugger person, but I'm sending virtual hugs anyway.
It's a hard thing to lose a friend.
I wonder how many people have real, close friends within the Circle of friends that I often see mentioned - often as a kind of hommage - so and so has "a wide circle of friends."
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Phil,
These phases come, and hopefully, go.
Crow, and all,
Hugs gladly accepted. I'm wary of hugs, but love them when they are simply offered, not demanded. 0Oo, all different. All returned, gratefully.
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