What Makes A Friend?

Today I have decided that I am not a good friend.   At least not by the standards of the day. 

I don't call once a day, week, or month, or even year.    I don't write letters, at least not the old-timey, conventional put-a-stamp-on-it letter.    Although I do send cards when I can afford them.   I might as well cut down a tree for the price of what they cost now a days. 

I do not Tweet on Twitter even though I have an account.    Nor do I  text message on my cell phone.    (This will most likely change once Steve goes back to Afghanistan since I will most likely have a new cell phone and most importantly...have the bucks to do it with.) 

I do not play well with others on Facebook.   I'm sincerely sorry for that.

I would LOVE to take the time to play "Farm" or what-ever-the-heck it's called.

I would like to play "Mafia", too.  (Now THAT is something that my personality would enjoy!)

I would like to help you bake, or cook, or whatever it is that you want me to do in your kitchen, but shoot!, I don't even like to do that FOR REAL in my own kitchen!   Just ask Steve! 

Honestly, I would love to help you build your farm, or bump-off someone, or bake something pretend with you, or go to lunch with you at a fancy Cybercafe, or find out which mass murderer I resemble.

Really!  It would be fun!

 And I would love to take a quiz to find out if my favorite color red means that I'm a sexed-up psycho killer who looks like Captain Jean Luc Picard in drag who loves kittens but can't express himself because he really wishes he were Spock who likes the number 0 BECAUSE IT UNLOCKS THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE TO WHERE ALL OF THE BEST KITTENS ARE HELD BY SOME COSMIC STAR RAIDER WHO'S FAVORITE COLOR IS RED!!

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!  (Le Pant!   Le Breathe!   Le Heave!   Le Whew!)  Sorry for raising my voice. 

Calming back down now...

...I do e-mail.   Well, in the kind of if-you-send-it-I'll-send-it-back/on e-mail.   And I do actually write personal e-mails...occasionally.

I'm sorry.   Really I am.    It would seem that I just don't play well with others.   Of course, in my heart I know that is not true, or else I wouldn't have so many friends strung out all over creation.     Actually,  I play too well with others.   I LOVE TO PLAY!!!    I do-I do-I do!!!   And I think that's where some of the problem lies.

Having soooo many friends all over the world, well, makes me miss them terribly.   And not being able to be with them for years on end is just...painful.    So, I feel that if I cannot be WITH you, to share the same SPACE with you, to TOUCH you and to just to BE, is empty and void of any real life.  

But I know that is not true.   

I know that's not true when my friend take the time to send me anything through e-mail.   My face and eyes light up when I see their name in my "mail-box".   Just seeing their name sends an endorphin rush through my body, that reminds me of THEM and the times we have shared together.

And for the moment, even though they are not here and I cannot touch them, we're together again, even if only for a few moments.

Maybe that's why I've been invited to play "Farm" and "Mafia" and all of the other goofy FUN things on Facebook.

Maybe that's why I'll be glad to get the Text Package on my next cell phone so I can jump into Tweeting and talking with my thumbs!  (I already talk with my hands...)  

Maybe that's why I need to make the time to play more with all of my friends out in Cyberspace.

Because it's about them...not me.   

It's not that I don't know that I'm not the center OF the Universe, it's that I haven't known that I truly am a needed player IN the Universe.  

Today I have decided that I am a good friend and need to get back into the world.   Are you really ready for this?   Because, I do like the color red...

Love and Hugs,

Patti