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I hadnt really written about anything in a real long time. Most times its just some lame list or about what I happen to be doing. Ok after a brief pause I will continue. Ive been doing a lot of self examination lately and in the last week or the last couple of days have done a ton. Maybe its because suddenly my past has started to look me up on facebook. Now all the things that you thought you would be come flying back to you. Ive had a couple things said to me lately and in the past that may drive me a little crazy. I think partly because its like this broken life record you know. OK yeah im vague the last time I brought something like this up in this forum I got yelled at so…yeah. Anyway I kinda lost my trian of thought. A buddy of mine asked me how I was. I couldnt really answer that. I really dont know. I think I just realized something. I dont know anyone who knows a lot about me. Or I guess someone I tell a lot to. I think the older I get the less in common I have with people. i think someone told me that men and women can be good friends. I wonder who told me that. Makes me think of that movie pretty in pink. (oh and by the way if you made it this far you have realized there is no structure to this) So pretty in pink. The character ducky a guy I have identified with for years. Did you know most people identify themselves with the outcast at school. Here is one for you. I never went to any school dances, dates or even remember many of the people I went to highschool. I once won and award and after the event I went out to dinner by myself. Yeah I knew what ducky was talking about. A girl that I thought was awesome rejected me real good. I still talk to her to this day. She doesnt remember it. They never do. Well this was kinda all over the place. A bit of a whiner post I think. ok . back to it started some laundry.
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Dan Browne
August 7, 2008 at 2:01 pm //
It takes real friendship to know a person deeply. It does not happen over night, it’s a process that can take years and when you have no one to invest in it with people like us get stuck with shallow relationships. I have one friend from college who I talk to a 100 times a day. He lives in South Florida and I might see him once a year. Our wives tell us we are like to old woman on the phone, but each of us only has that kinda of friendship your talking about in each other. I’d tell you the conversation where it all changed too but that’s not for a blog.
I hate it when people ask how you are, because they really don’t want to know. They don’t care if your struggling with some time of substance abuse or depression. They don’t care that you stubbed your foot on the corner of the bed and you have had a dull ache all morning. The don’t care for authenticity in relationship.