Probably one of the reasons I gave up on real world friends years ago is I just couldn’t feel close to anything real. Just too hard to draw out that connection on a regular. Just too hard to always play the game without hope of a close link by the end.

But then I think it’s maybe because I just don’t relate to most.

I mean the stuff I’ve lived sort of gets in the way of relaxing and hanging in the unimportant. I sort of need someone who’s lived a little too. I sort of need someone who’s been there and back. I need someone who can see this world in the same tilted way I do.

So far I only get that sort of meet up online.

Like in this place.

Sometimes.