Friends are an interesting question, and one I've been curious about since Whodini posed that immortal question when I was a young'un, "How many of us have them?" You and I are friends because your wife and I are friends. Your wife and I are friends through a complex series of events that baarely makes sense even if you lived through it. Our friendship was initially based on propinquity. for first impressions definitely did not carry the day with us. Part of it was a timing issue, part was an awkwardness that comes from meeting new people, that I still have buried in a small facet of my personality. According to Robertson Davis' character, it will resurface in my 50s and be a powerful force to be reckoned with, but lets move away from that. Once we'd formed a mutual attachment, our shared interests, particularly loves for readings and computers, bonded us together and then, through a particularly compex series of machinations, which leads me to believe it's Tril's fault that I ever met people by such circuitous means, since I certainly do it much less on my own, she met you, rest is history, etc. etc. Somewhere in there, I think I buried my point, which was, "yeah, relationships are twisty."
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Date: 2004-07-19 11:07 (UTC)You and I are friends because your wife and I are friends. Your wife and I are friends through a complex series of events that baarely makes sense even if you lived through it. Our friendship was initially based on propinquity. for first impressions definitely did not carry the day with us. Part of it was a timing issue, part was an awkwardness that comes from meeting new people, that I still have buried in a small facet of my personality. According to Robertson Davis' character, it will resurface in my 50s and be a powerful force to be reckoned with, but lets move away from that.
Once we'd formed a mutual attachment, our shared interests, particularly loves for readings and computers, bonded us together and then, through a particularly compex series of machinations, which leads me to believe it's Tril's fault that I ever met people by such circuitous means, since I certainly do it much less on my own, she met you, rest is history, etc. etc.
Somewhere in there, I think I buried my point, which was, "yeah, relationships are twisty."