Day 8 | Favourite Internet Friend
You’ve other names, but that’s the one I met you by, so I went with that. The truth is, you’ve held this spot for a good long time, but now I think I appreciate it even more. The truth is, I’ve been putting this off, simply because there aren’t words.
…actually, I tell a lie. There are, but a lot of them are things I’ve actually told you over the past few days. That precisely is one of the things I love so much about you. In a world where the fatuous overruns just about everything, you have a good deal of sensible and interesting things to say. You’re curious, insightful, and fun. The latter is not often found with the other two. It’s just as easy to confide in you as it is to tell you that the book I just read was “fabu”–and then laugh at meself for using that stupid word.
Sometimes I’m still surprised that we ended up friends–for the simple fact that you are a far cooler person than I. An insanely talented artist and a levelheaded sage. [yes, you do seem sagely. gurus do not do it better. ;)] Maybe my self image is horrendously askew, but it’s almost like the paparazzi (referring to me) being the buddy of a celebrity (referring to you). Or is that just silly?
I dunno if you read this blog or not, so if you don’t, then at least I say most of this–or at least infer it–to you when we talk. Like I said at the start of this, I don’t really see a point in writing a letter. We talk. Something I’ve missed in many other avenues.