I finally figured out why I hang out with one of my friends, especially lately when she’s been doing very little other than getting on my nerves…

She’s the only person in the world who I don’t have to spend all my time editing what I’m going to say. Her world-view is close enough to mine that she doesn’t think I’m completely insane.

With other people, I can’t talk about politics to this person. Can’t talk about religion to that one. Can’t talk about this person to that other person. Can’t talk to this person about their blind spot that’s big enough to drive a truck through. Can’t talk to that person about the addiction that’s eating up their life. Can’t talk to that person about the marriage that’s destroying their life. Can’t talk about my writing to that person because they think I’m bragging. Can’t talk to this person about the cool book I just read because it’s too far out for them. Can’t talk about this experiment I’m trying. Can’t talk about this… Can’t talk about that… Can’t… Can’t…

Can’t talk about my experience in the world to anybody and have a decent interactive conversation with them, without them thinking I’m completely insane…

Except for this one gal who is driving me bug-nuts, because while I can talk to her about stuff, she’s so depressed that it’s really hard to be around her.

So I’ve asked the Universe for some new friends. Friends who I can talk to.

This doesn’t mean that I’ll get rid of the old friends, because I won’t… some have been around for the last 30 years and I intend to keep them around for the next 30 years. But what new friends would mean is that I actually have people I could talk to and not have to hide huge portions of myself and my experience from them.

Wouldn’t that be nice.