My Peeps

I had been feeling isolated as a writer, which isn’t hard to come by when you spend hours alone staring at a computer and waiting for the genius to pour through your fingertips (and then hating yourself when it doesn’t come). I tried connecting with some writers and writer blogs, but inevitably got turned off and annoyed…everyone I met seemed too much like me without any of my imagined charming attributes. The Writer Personality, as far as I’m concerned, is a condition in need of a 12-step program.

So, last night, I reconnected with an old friend from my other life as a stand-up comic about writing, plays, dysfunctional families, and all that other stuff that goes with not drinking yourself into a coma. Afterwards, I felt better, and wondered why I hadn’t thought to call him earlier. Later, I wondered if I’ve made all the important connections in my life. Sure, I’m always open to meeting new people, but am I done looking for friends?

In my 38 years of being terminally singe, artsy, and challenged in the area of intimacy, I have met a butt-load of people. Did I say butt-load? I meant boat-load. (Who wants to meet a butt-load of people? That’s gross.) I may not be able to talk about my feelings with people (blog audiences excluded), but I have a talent for meeting new ones. It might be different for someone who has been married and raising a family, but since I spent so much of my youth, and not-so-youth mingling with the world, I have met quite a few soul mates. Neglecting a mallet injury cheapest price on tadalafil or incorrect treatment can lead to sterility. This class of drug is no prescription cialis less commonly prescribed due to strong side effects. Therefore, for such men with vardenafil vs viagra impotency troubles, going the online way is best suited as this gives them the opportunity to get cured along with being anonymous from the world. This sorrow is brought on predominantly because of misfortune in your business, work inconveniences, demise buying levitra from canada of your friends and family and so forth. I guess when I was younger, I took these connections for granted, thinking that the world was one big therapy session. Sorry, my mistake. Actually, my life is one big therapy session.

I have met some great people, and made good friends. The ones who stick, really stick. Not on me, per se, like a leech, but more like a piece of furniture that has found it’s home in the corner of the room. I may not sit on it, but it’s position creates a flow of feng-shui that gives me peace of mind. (Stickers, leeches, an armoir, chair…could my metaphors get any more disorganized?! Ok, ‘ll try to stay within a category).

It’s not that I don’t want to meet new people, it’s just that if I haven’t met you, yet, there’s gotta be a good reason, like, you haven’t been born, yet, or you have been living in a cave (in which case, get out of your cave!).

I’m grateful for my peeps.

Just for today, I love my friends.