<<In real life you wouldn't spit on me but here you not only respond but interject into my conversations.>>
Nobody's just pretending to find you an interesting person, and a nice one, too, I'm sure you must know. Also, you are one of the best writers here, which I suspect you don't know, because evidently you do it like falling off a log. And you know things no one else does, and describe them vividly, and are also open about yourself and your life.
Probably you are not as open, as forthcoming, with your neighbors as you are here, so they don't really know you. I'm not, with my neighbors. I feel much closer to many of the people here than I do to people who've lived across the road from us for ten or fifteen years.
The spit remark bothered me and puzzled me until I thought, well, if Ish lived in the next house on the road, would he talk to me in such a friendly, open way as he does here? Would I feel free to act silly and make a fool of myself and tell stories about my life and argue about whatever I feel like, religion, morals, anything, the way I do here?
Maybe if lots of us were neighbors for real, we wouldn't be friends, because we would be too guarded.
It doesn't matter, though, because we are friends, here. |
