I have exactly the number of friends I want or need, which is a relatively small number. I do not make friends quickly or easily, and I have a flaw where I put nothing into maintaining a friendship; this tends to keep the number of friends that I have naturally low. Anyone who is able to put up with me for very long, long enough to see why I am worth being friends with, must have a special tolerance about their soul; so those friends that I do have are of a very special caliber. I do not seek friends out; if I am meant to be friends with someone, it will all take care of itself in the natural course of things...
I have a few friends who I know from high school, the friendships creeping up to the two-decade mark in age.
I have a few friends (real friends, not just "work friends") who I've made in the 7 years I've been at my current place of employment.
And even in this place, there are people who I consider to be true friends; I may not have met them in person, but we correspond and share thoughts and ideas and dreams, and they feel just as much as friends to me as those old high school friends of 20-odd years.
But as it is, I tend to spend most of my time alone, and I have no trouble with that. And when I am alone, I am not really alone, for the special nature of my mind precludes that notion from tending to actuality. Are imaginary friends not also friends? To me, the imagined often feels more real than that which is real. And it amuses me to consider that this reality may very well exist only in the imagination of some supreme being somewhere.
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Computer - end program."
Good fortune,
- Icarus isn’t real...