When I was in high school, I used to think that I was the way I was because I
was gay. I longed to meet another gay guy because I supposed that he would be
just like me and so, easy to spend time with. Resounding RONG!
Imagine my surprise as an adult when I finally had to admit that gays come in
just as many varieties as straights, and so gays are no easier to be with than
straights. Now I think that someone who is fun to be with doesn't happen by
accident but is a result of a sustained effort to grow closer. And that amount
of effort is just too much for me to put forth, with the dubious perceived
benefits of a friendship.
I have to admit. I'm uncomfortable around everyone except my immediate family
(wife & son). Is there really such a thing as a close friend, or are all of
these 'friends' just talking about their sports teams or something? Don't need
that waste of time. Not sure what a real friend consists of really. Maybe
there ain't such a thing.
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