I often say that I don't really have friends here. I have nice people I know. And we spend time together but they aren't really friends like the friends I have tucked into special places in the world. The folks here have often felt like activity buddies. We make plans, we do things, we talk a bit (usually about what we have in common - work or paddling) and we do have fun. But I don't really feel comfortable having those meaning of life or "I don't know what the hell I'm doing" sort of conversations I have with some very special people.
I'm a place now where some of my favorite activity buddies are leaving Hawaii. And suddenly I'm thinking "No! You can't go, you're my friend."
I think it's true you can meet very special people anywhere and at any time. Unfortunately for me, I seem to realize how special they are a little late in the game. It's making me feel so sad that I didn't live up every moment with these people and accept them as friends as quickly as possible.
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better late than never - now you can tuck them away in your heart and where ever they go in the world, you'll have them as friends.
Yes, it wasn't until I plastered your plant with disturbing pictures of Chippendale's rejects did you warm to me and accept me as your friend. But the real issue here is that you're so damn likeable. People automatically think that you're their close friend because you're so caring and sweet. Also, they probably think you're a great listener when you've really tuned them out and you're thinking about grilled asparagus and sparkly shoes.
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