Things are going
well. I’ve made another friend. I’ve discussed many a
topic with her. I’ve expressed my wish to eventually meet her
in real life. And she’s responded with the same wish.
As someone to whom making friends isn’t an everyday activity, I feel incredibly happy about the recent events. What I feel even happier about, though, is the fact that I’ve made a friend from the opposite end of the planet. They do say there’s a first time for everything, and this is my first time having made a friend overseas.
In a sense, it’s funny how, despite the international communication possibilities of the modern era, I never bonded with any foreigner until now. Then again, I never took it upon myself to bond with any foreigner either. But I don’t so much feel bad about it as I find it amusing that the first instance of it occurred this late.
I sure as hell hope this instance won’t be the only one either. I’ve always wanted to make international friends - more than one. Well, theoretically, I have already made an international friend once before, but he isn’t so much a true friend to me as he is simply a buddy.
I make a clear distinction between friends and buddies. I feel that I can disclose less intimate information to buddies than to friends. Moreover, there are things I feel rather uncomfortable opening up about to buddies which I don’t feel as uncomfortable opening up about to friends.
Between me and you, dear reader, the extent to which I’ve disclosed information here is roughly the same extent to which I’d disclose information to a friend. But that’s because I mainly write these things out of a need to vent. I like to think of writing these as a way of self-practiced therapy. And in all honesty, it’s worked wonders.
That said, if I wasn’t writing these, I wouldn’t be this open about myself and my life, especially to strangers. Keep that in mind.