Separate Reality by SpringMoon

Once, my sister told me how she was concerned about her daughter not having many friends. My response was, "So? Nothing wrong with that. Remember, I didn't have many friends." Now, here is an eye opener (to myself). She said, "But you didn't need any friends!"

Now, why would she say that...? It puzzled me and I was rather offended for a moment. Looking back, I really never thought much about it. I was always too busy reading books. There just wasn't enough time for me to do much else. Most of my friends usually sort of tumbled into my life and then tumbled out (some walked in or pushed their way in... well, you know what I mean). They'd hang around for awhile; some got frustrated at my inaccessibility, some got angry at my indifference; some just got quietly sad; then all left eventually.

So, I don't have any friends. But, listen. I still think of them as my friends, even though I haven't seen or talked to them for years or even decades. If I ran into them on the street, or if any of them called me on the phone out of the blue, I'd be tickled happy.

But, nobody calls. The old friends are gone. Oh no, I must be fair. They used to call, they used to write... when they didn't get any response, they stopped calling and stopped writing. It really sounds like it's all my fault, doesn't it? Wait, wait. I must be fair to me too. I did respond at first but I am always too involved with my present to keep in touch with my past... is that wrong?