why the heck not?
I am constantly amazed at how great it is that there are people in this world who seem to really understand me.
The following gmail chat (all the cool kids are doing it!) took place after I told my very favorite lawyer that I am seriously contemplating becoming a bum:
12:09 PM John: why?
12:10 PM me: it is my belief that it would be much easier
John: well
you do get to drink all day
and you don't have to shower
i tend to agree with you
12:11 PM me: we should start a hobo gang and/or colony
12:12 PM John: only if we get to live on the wrong side of the tracks
12:13 PM and carry bundles
on sticks
me: they are called faggots
oh, you said "on" sticks, not "of" sticks
12:14 PM John: yeah
me: I would rather carry bundles OF sticks
John: you just like using the word faggot
I know that posting chat logs is pretty much passe, but seriously, that's comedy gold! That conversation pretty much sums up 13 years of friendship. Yeah.
Friendship is a pretty funny thing, when you think about it. I feel like M and I are both fairly unique in the fact that the majority of our closest friends have been in our lives for almost half of our lives. Sure, it could be a generational oddity involving technology and its relation to the millenial generation (barf), but I feel like it's something different. If it were merely a technological achievement, I'd probably be closer to a lot more people. I'm not.
When I think about all of the people that I've met in the last five to ten years, there is really only a small percentage that I would consider "friends." In fact, even the people that I would have called my "best friends" (post-high school, of course) have fallen by the wayside due to my avoidance of all things dramatic and crazy.
I've tried to make new friends, and I've probably succeeded, but I've realized that as I get older (and less impressed with coolness) friendships become situational. We rely on coworkers or neighbors to fill our time, but once they move on, so do we. It gets harder and harder to find people that accept us as an entire package, and not just someone who fills a particular niche in their rolodex.
I'm not bitter. I feel very blessed to have a large handful of very dear friends, but as they move away, I find that I am left with very few people I can stand to spend any real amounts of time with. It's hard to find people with whom I can sit in comfortable silence, and I tend to need that in a friend. I also need someone who can think quickly and doesn't require a lot of explanation. Being well-read certainly doesn't hurt, but it's the wit that is instrumental.
Perhaps social resumes should be presented at events, and invitations should be prefaced with minimum personality requirements?
The following gmail chat (all the cool kids are doing it!) took place after I told my very favorite lawyer that I am seriously contemplating becoming a bum:
12:09 PM John: why?
12:10 PM me: it is my belief that it would be much easier
John: well
you do get to drink all day
and you don't have to shower
i tend to agree with you
12:11 PM me: we should start a hobo gang and/or colony
12:12 PM John: only if we get to live on the wrong side of the tracks
12:13 PM and carry bundles
on sticks
me: they are called faggots
oh, you said "on" sticks, not "of" sticks
12:14 PM John: yeah
me: I would rather carry bundles OF sticks
John: you just like using the word faggot
I know that posting chat logs is pretty much passe, but seriously, that's comedy gold! That conversation pretty much sums up 13 years of friendship. Yeah.
Friendship is a pretty funny thing, when you think about it. I feel like M and I are both fairly unique in the fact that the majority of our closest friends have been in our lives for almost half of our lives. Sure, it could be a generational oddity involving technology and its relation to the millenial generation (barf), but I feel like it's something different. If it were merely a technological achievement, I'd probably be closer to a lot more people. I'm not.
When I think about all of the people that I've met in the last five to ten years, there is really only a small percentage that I would consider "friends." In fact, even the people that I would have called my "best friends" (post-high school, of course) have fallen by the wayside due to my avoidance of all things dramatic and crazy.
I've tried to make new friends, and I've probably succeeded, but I've realized that as I get older (and less impressed with coolness) friendships become situational. We rely on coworkers or neighbors to fill our time, but once they move on, so do we. It gets harder and harder to find people that accept us as an entire package, and not just someone who fills a particular niche in their rolodex.
I'm not bitter. I feel very blessed to have a large handful of very dear friends, but as they move away, I find that I am left with very few people I can stand to spend any real amounts of time with. It's hard to find people with whom I can sit in comfortable silence, and I tend to need that in a friend. I also need someone who can think quickly and doesn't require a lot of explanation. Being well-read certainly doesn't hurt, but it's the wit that is instrumental.
Perhaps social resumes should be presented at events, and invitations should be prefaced with minimum personality requirements?