Good friends are good friends no matter what. They don't seem to mind if I pull the table cloth off the table at lunch or spill a drink and make a scene. In the last week or so I have been out with three different good friends. I have a friend who sends me a text each day after work to inquire about how my day went. None of them seem to think that I have changed, which I sometimes forget. Sometimes in my self imposed isolation I convince myself that I am someone else all together. It only takes a few minutes with a friend to remind me of who I am.
While I am uncomfortable saying anything nice like this to their faces (uncomfortable with face to face emotion!); I am a fortunate man to have such a host of true friends.
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