I am teh comm3nt whore

As I mentioned to Alex the other night, I've been starting to mentally settle in to the changes I've had to deal with here. Somehow it doesn't bother me so much that I haven't assembled a vast array of friends here, or that I seem to be somewhat afraid that the friends I have made here are at a very precarious point with me. Desensitization, or positive progress? You decide, though she believed more in the latter than in the former, and this being me we're talking about, I'd be inclined to believe her.

"A Letter to Shirley" was, and is in fact, a real letter intended to be for a real person, though Fyda convinced me not to pull the trigger. In retrospect, it was a good idea, I think, because letters like these are best reserved for friends of the most intimate level, and, as she astutely pointed out, the notion that such intimate interactions as this can lead to spontaneously wonderful friendships out of the nothingness between two people is a very pleasant fiction indeed. Still, it seemed like a waste to flush it down the drain, and so I post it here for you, dear reader, to make of it as you will - and of course, I know that some of you already have.

While I was on my day down to the office, I stopped by a girl in the hallway I hadn't seen in a while. She'd been very busy with a whole variety of things and so as a result we never saw each other after the first few weeks of school. With a polite hi, and a brief smile, that was it. It strikes me as funny because not too long ago, I thought of her as one of those few people I had connected with, and I valued the few people I had been able to hold a conversation with for over five minutes as if they were made of gold; my mind had, in its desperation, magnified something seemingly mundane as something that was much more than what it really was.

And now, I see her as more of who she really is - just another friendly face you see in the hallway every now and then. Not quite a friend, but never really an enemy. Maybe you might see her again, but most likely not.

And now I find myself a little more stable, and perhaps a little more jaded and socially isolated than before. And actually, I don't see that as much of a bad thing.

EDIT: I should point out that this comment is supposed to refer to the fact that I'm really fishing for comments (bad or good) here - the good news however is that, thanks to the forgotten RSS link I made from this blog to my Facebook page, my posts here are also mirrored there, so perhaps I shall be able to lure unsuspecting Facebook denizens here.