Friends

[Misty_Morning]

OK. So I'm sitting here tonight and thinking about my life and all the twists and turns it has taken. While I would like to wallow in self pity, I keep thinking about how blessed I have been when it comes down to having friends.

Right now I do not live near very many of my close friends but I know they are always there should I need them. Ya know, those folks you can call up in the middle of the night without worrying if it's too late.

Well, it got me to thinking. I've had a somewhat unique life at times and with it some rather unique friends. Not only that, but how I have aquired my "unique" friends brings back fond memories.

So my question to ya'll is ...has there ever been an unusual situation that you have experienced that you have been able to aquire die hard friends? Not the just the run of the mill, casual, how ya doin' type of friends, but life long friends.

To get the ball rolling let me tell you about some folks I met on an airplane. I was on my way to a Grateful Dead concert (now there's a fucking news flash) back in the early nineties. I got up to use the restroom and past some folks that looked rather conservative in nature but still had that "look". On my way back to my seat I stopped and asked if they were on their way to "the show." They knew exactly what I was talking about and one thing led to another.

Needless to say they are some of my dearest friends to this day. In fact, the wife of this couple will take charge of my remains once I am deceased.

It's odd how we meet or ignore folks on a day to day basis. Just remember..you may be potentially ignoring your best friend.

So....how 'bout you?

 

[rgraham666]

Nope.

All my friends disappeared when I got sick.

I saw one a couple of years ago, gave him my number. Never heard anything.

 

[Misty_Morning]

Nope.

All my friends disappeared when I got sick.

I saw one a couple of years ago, gave him my number. Never heard anything.

Well, Rob, that's not really true....remember where I have found you.

And I will always be here for you, babe.

 

[rgraham666]

Thanks Misty. *HUGS*

 

[Misty_Morning]

OK. I'm gonna bump this thread before I sign off cuz I know there's got be other freaky people out there besides me....

If there's no hits on this thread when I wake up...I will tell you more 'bout "those folks on the plane."

Come on folks....surely I'm not the only one who can make friends in the worst senarios....


After all...we are friends...

 

[Seamus123]

Nope.

All my friends disappeared when I got sick.

I saw one a couple of years ago, gave him my number. Never heard anything.

Really?

That's terrible they're not friends at all if they're gonna behave like that, in my opinion.

 

[Chantilyvamp]

*hugs Rob* I won't tell you what I think of people that would just disappear when you need them most.

I met one of my friends in the coolest but rather strange way. I had moved to Ohio...went to work for a heatlcare agency there ( I was a CNA). I worked one night at this mentally and physically disabled childrens home. On my break I went outside to have a ciggy and there was this girl standing over against the wall.

First thing she said to me was "Fuck I needed a ciggy, Hi my name is ". We've been great friends from that very moment. It got weirder that she almost always stayed at a friends house about a block where I was living. We rode to work together after that and she helped me find my first car and apartment in Ohio.

 

[S-Des]

I've made some interesting friends in unique situations, but am not in touch with any of them anymore. It's not anything bad, I'm just a solitary person and tend to drift from friends after a while. I met Kiten in an interesting way, does that count?

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I'm in the same boat as rgraham666. All of my best friends are online. My best real-world friend is hardly ever there for me at his convinience.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Some of you already know this story but I'll tell it anyway.

I used to hang out with a band and all their circle of friends. I never thought I was cool enough to really be there, but they let me stay nonetheless. One of their friends ended up being my roommate one summer, and also dating a good friend of mine. We parted when I moved away from my hometown and I didn't see or speak to him for 12 years.

The band broke up and everyone grew up and became responsible adults with real jobs. The drummer became a chiropractor. I went to see him as a patient when I moved back to town. Leaving his office one day, I ran into my old roommate. We started talking and getting together for drinks, and now we're semi-living together. Somehow the different paths we took in our lives led us back to each other and gave us both an ability to deeply appreciate the other. We're almost scared at how happy we are and how easy it is to be together.

And our chiropractor friend gets to brag that we hooked up in his waiting room.

 

[sophia jane]

I "met" my best friend here at lit and moved a long way to live closer to her. And the Love Shack litogether last year was also the beginning of some lifelong friendships for me. Maybe that's not all that strange here on the board, but in RL people sure think it's odd.

 

[mjl2010]

Back in 1982 I met my best friend. I was 22 and he was 19. We've traveled different roads and right now it's been 5 years since I saw him in person. Yet we talk on the phone at least once a month if not more often. Many times for hours at a crack.

Yeah I could call him up at 4am just because I needed to talk. He could do the same to me.

I saw some the coolest things at Dead concerts. I remember this one guy at a show at Alpine Valley Wisconsin. He was walking down a row of people sitting on the lawn section and handing out pins. I don't recall the date anymore but I still have the pins. Anyway he'd stop, shake your hand and say hi, then give you a pin and move on. The pin said and again I don't recall the date.

The Grateful Dead. ​

August 14th, 1985 ​

People stopping people ​

just to say hello. ​

It was the second show of a three day stop and I asked if he had a pin from the day before. He asked if I'd been there and I showed him my stub. He dug in his bag and found a pin from the day before and gave it to me. I saw him the next day too and got a pin for all three days.

Just a cool thing.

MJL

 

[Misty_Morning]

Well, this is odd..but in a way..but maybe not really.

I just got off of the phone with an old friend of mine. In fact, I have referred to her a few times on these boards. I met her in college. I am the godmother to her daughter (my eldest god daughter who is now 18, not the one who is 6...man do I feel old).

My friend and all of her immediate family members were hit hard by Katrina. Not hard...they lost everything. After Katrina I saw the devistation of the area where she lived (Pass Christian, MS). I was so afraid that she and her family had tried to weather out the storm cuz they had survived Camille.

I had placed online ads looking for her. Somehow she saw one of them and called me. We talked several times and then we lost touch once again. I tried to call her but could never get through...I kept getting recordings that the phone number no longer applied. That was 14 months ago. Tonight she called me.

I share this with you because she and I met in an odd way. She and I were what you might call stoners. She lived next door to me in the dorm. We used to lay out on top of the dorm topless to make sure we had no tan lines.

I moved out of the dorm because I thought it was to confined. One time when I was out of weed I asked if she had any. She said no but she could get some. Well, she got some and then got busted by campus security. See, my friend enjoyed smokin but never had any of her own or the desire to to possess any...she could get any limited quantities any time she wanted..if ya know what I mean. Whereas I always had to have a plentiful stash onhand if ya know what I mean.

She ended up staying with me for the duration of her suspension and her parents never knew. We continued our friendship for many years. Sometimes there would be a few years where we did not talk or have any communication. But once we got back together it was like no time had elapsed at all.

That's what it felt like tonight.

I am so happy to know that she and all her loved ones are still alive and kicking. I am so happy to know that someone took the time to call me and let me know...hey, I'm still alive and I still love you.

God, the shit she has gone through only makes me realize how fortunate I am, no matter how much I bitch. And I now realize that I do in fact matter...cuz someone took the time to seek me out and let me know that they were thinking about me.

Thank you darlin...and god bless you.

 

[slyc_willie]

I've always had a vagabond life. Born into a military family, I've never had the same address for more than a few years throughout my life.

I work with people who have lived their entire lives (to date) in, or very near to, this city. They have friends that they have known for years, decades. That concept to me is practically alien. The friends I had when I was growing up in Germany faded away when I moved back to the States. Those I met in college vanished once I joined the military in '91. Those I met in the service disappeared when I became a civilian again.

And on and on . . . .

Still, there is one friend, I've known him for six years now, ever since that first telephone conversation a few weeks before Christmas in 2000. The conversation that followed after his daughter told him she'd fallen in love with an American. He's my father-in-law, Jack. Maybe we aren't close, maybe we don't talk more than a couple times each month. Maybe he lives in Manchester, UK, while I'm an 'accidental' Texan.

But we're still friends. And when we do talk, we pick up right where our last conversation left off. He gives me a dose of reality when I need it, tells me when I'm being an 'insufferable arse' when necessary. We were close as father and son-in-law, and with the tragedy that took my wife -- his daughter -- from me, we've managed to maintain the closeness.

We may have come of age in different times, but Jack and I have common experiences, a common life. I know I can always count on him to be there when I need either some fatherly advice or a good, sharp slap across the face.

Jack's more of a father than my own ever was, and for that, I will always love him. He accepted me simply because his daughter loved me, and we grew to respect one another based on our own merits.

If ever I could call another human being a best friend, it's Jack.

God bless, you old bastard

 

[Misty_Morning]

I've always had a vagabond life. Born into a military family, I've never had the same address for more than a few years throughout my life.

I work with people who have lived their entire lives (to date) in, or very near to, this city. They have friends that they have known for years, decades. That concept to me is practically alien. The friends I had when I was growing up in Germany faded away when I moved back to the States. Those I met in college vanished once I joined the military in '91. Those I met in the service disappeared when I became a civilian again.

And on and on . . . .

Still, there is one friend, I've known him for six years now, ever since that first telephone conversation a few weeks before Christmas in 2000. The conversation that followed after his daughter told him she'd fallen in love with an American. He's my father-in-law, Jack. Maybe we aren't close, maybe we don't talk more than a couple times each month. Maybe he lives in Manchester, UK, while I'm an 'accidental' Texan.

But we're still friends. And when we do talk, we pick up right where our last conversation left off. He gives me a dose of reality when I need it, tells me when I'm being an 'insufferable arse' when necessary. We were close as father and son-in-law, and with the tragedy that took my wife -- his daughter -- from me, we've managed to maintain the closeness.

We may have come of age in different times, but Jack and I have common experiences, a common life. I know I can always count on him to be there when I need either some fatherly advice or a good, sharp slap across the face.

Jack's more of a father than my own ever was, and for that, I will always love him. He accepted me simply because his daughter loved me, and we grew to respect one another based on our own merits.

If ever I could call another human being a best friend, it's Jack.

God bless, you old bastard

For you, babe...my heart goes out to you.

p.s. I hope you consider me a friend.

 

[slyc_willie]

For you, babe...my heart goes out to you.

p.s. I hope you consider me a friend.

Misty . . . even if I didn't before . . .

Now I do.



P.s. Hope you took that in the spirit it was intended, Misty.