M- wants to have a poker night this Friday. "Invite all your friends," he says.
Some days I just don't have any friends. At least not any with whom I would enjoy a convivial evening of drunken gambling, if we're talking about my sanctioned friends, as in: wives of his friends. (Note: these are women I like very much between the hours of 8 am and 8 pm.) Most of my friends are friends only in my imagination, which is to say, if I knew them better, we probably wouldn't be friends, by mutual decision.
Really-- I am a friendly person, not at all overtly misanthropic. People seem to like me. I don't know why I'm feeling so grouchy about this concept of "friends" right now.
I can barely touch my own self
How can I touch someone else?
I am just an advertisement
for a version of myself.
-"Angels," David Byrne, David Byrne
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