As technology gets better and as I grow older, the people I once knew really well are reduced to nothing more than profiles on social networks. I hardly remember what it was like to be with them anymore, and what I know of them now are mundane updates about how they’re feeling hungry and making a sandwich. Not even a thrilling sandwich like avocado-and-jalapeño. No, just your ordinary egg or tuna.
But every now and then, old friends — kindred souls — come out of the woodwork with no warning. They’re still nothing more than a chat box unexpectedly popping up on my screen, until they send me a link to their blog as an answer to my hey-how-have-you-been greeting.
So I read three to four years’ worth of entries, and it quickly dawns on me how much of their lives that I’ve missed, and how much I’ve missed them. I’m reminded, yet again, why I love them.
I love a variety of people for a variety of reasons, but the ones I love the most — outside of my family — are the people who I got to know more through their writing. They started out as friends I met in real life, but somehow, I get more drawn to them after I’ve read what they have to say — happy, sad, funny, angry, bitter — doesn’t matter. It’s a very intimate thing, sharing thoughts on paper (or on the screen), that it’s hard not to love those who give a part of themselves to others in such a personal way, especially in this world where too many people are scared to open up and express what they really think or feel.
“Around the Fur” is the second major album from Deftones, a band whose awesome music I listen to during many of my writing sessions.