For your own sake.

Last week I was talking to a newly found friend about this experience we're going through together. I was just talking to her, without thinking, and it so happened that I mentioned something about hiding my happiness.

Sometimes I forget just how weird I am.

How could I explain this to someone? It's so personal, and so related to subtle understanding and mutual comprehension that I couldn't possibly hope to build an explanation. An explanation would be completely out of order, and would certainly miss the point. Unless, it wasn't required from the start. But I'm oversimplifying.

There are useful explanations, of course. And I feel really sorry that I didn't give a more thoroughly charming speech. Friends are friends, after all, and you can't make friends just by wanting to. Friendship is found and followed, rather than built or accomplished. Actually it could be considered just as selfish as anything else... you don't do it for your friends, but because you like to be around them. I don't write this because of the publicity, the money, the fame or whatever else, but rather I do it because it suits me. Some people like to drink, some people have friends, keep families, make fortunes. Me? I like to write.

I hope I get to post something on the day I die.