I'm finding myself terribly concerned about a friend of mine. Much more concerned than I should be, given the rudimentary and intangible nature of our friendship. More of an acquaintanceship, really.
But still, I am concerned. I wish there was something I could say or do. Not to make her pain go away, as that's not my place in her life, but something to let her know...
...that she's really not alone.
But there's a problem.
I'm a guy.
She's a girl.
Anything that I say or do is going to be misinterpreted. A smile will become a wink. A simple conversation will become selfish manipulation. A compassionate hug will become a passionate embrace.
So I do nothing except sit here and write this crap, and try to send calming thoughts her way.
It's certainly not enough, but anything more would be too much.
No, it's more than you think, and it does mean a lot. Thank you so much, Dave. I really appreciate it. And, though I hate to call us friends because I haven't really been there for you, but you have been a friend to me. Not just a rudimentary aqcaintance.
Typing is hard when your drunk. :P :)
posted by: Twistednoggin | September 23, 2006 3:33 AM
Glad you made it home. There are fucking telephone poles all over my road. Good thing I've got four-wheel-drive.
posted by: dave | September 23, 2006 3:38 AM