Tuesday, January 23, 2007

I've come to realize after all these years that when I reach down to the very essence of things, I have almost no friends at all.

Maybe my definition of a "friend" is different from others'. I don't know. Sure, there's YP, and there's Piggy. And then, who else is there, really?

No, I'm not bitter about it. But I feel a bit...sad. I know I'm extremely selective with who I let into my innermost circle, and that's why I have very few friends at any given time. YP and Piggy...I've known them for over six years. Yet, our friendships doesn't feel as tight and as strong as the friendships of others I've seen, who've known each other for the same time, or less.

And...I have to wonder why. I see others with the same few select friends, and I see an almost unfailing loyalty there. While, for me, I see...almost nothing.

Small wonder I feel I'm alone in the world most of the time.