Wednesday, August 11, 2010

when you meet someone...

when i meet someone new. every time. there is some sort of amazingness.

Its funny to me. i guess its sort of a given. you meet someone new, and there is things about them which are pretty sweet. that first time we meet someone, its a mystery. will i meet them again? maybe. will we be good friends? will we see each other often? maybe i wont see them for a long time, but when i see them again will it be like the first time? i am kind of obsessed with meeting people. i can't really tell you why but it is fascinating to meet new people. its a puzzle. a game. i will never get better at it, but i still enjoy it.

do you have some goto things to talk about? i dont. i think i talk about different things. sometimes certain things seem right to ask, while others dont. sometimes i will get their age, other times i wont. sometimes i will hate them and then like them, and sometimes i will hate them and hate them. are encounters really important? do we need many friends? or is it just kinda fun to make up little stories about people and pretend we know them.

recently i have been obsessed with imaginary friends. i used to have some as a kid. its funny though. i had a lot of friends as a kid, and i wouldnt say i was a lonely child. but, i still had a lot of imaginary friends. i talked about them as if they were real. i called them on the phone. and it was nice. also it was a whole family. i have never thought about why or if it is important that it was a family of imaginary friends. but now that i think about it its kinda interesting. I mean i think most imaginary friends are friends which are about the same age as us so we can talk to and relate with them. but i had it all, a pops a mother and some brothers and sisters. I also had a lot of stuffed animals, just gathered at gifts throughout my baby life. i used to stay up half the night talking with them. they were my friends as well. some of them were mean to me at times, some were nice, they were real friends. every night i would climb into bed and be in that animal world. i actually named it that. in my head of course. this is the first time i have talked about animal world with anyone. kinda strange, its just as odd as imaginary friends, or just as normal. i didnt sleep that much as a child because of this second life i lived in with the animals. i miss them sometimes.

i wonder why it all stopped. why don't i have that imaginary life anymore? is life too complicated now to have 2 or more? am i too old for it? im not sure, but i kinda want that imaginary creativity back.

"i'm never going to know you now, but i'm going to..."
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