I’ve been talking with Pat and Aaron over the last few days, and we seem to be able to help each other out when we need it. Sometimes writing about it isn’t good enough. Generally, that’s when a second opinion is needed, or one is afraid of being blinded by emotion.

I think it’s a great privilege that I’m able to have such a good friendship with John, Pat, and Aaron, each relationship being very distinct from the other.

With John, I share a bond of independence and solitude. Ironic that our friendship is based on such antisocial attitudes. It’s our intellect and mindset that allows us to relate. Although venting to him is difficult, we have a comfort level that allows anything to be said, and nothing to be misinterpreted. Something which I suppose developed greatly over the large amount of time we have known each other.

Pat is a friend without even trying to be one. It is in his nature to be friendly, and it shows in his actions and attitude. I’m sure that I am not an important person to Pat, because he treats everyone equally, as he wants to be treated. For Pat, everyone seems important, and he has every aspect that I look for in a friend, without asking for as much as an ear to listen to. He ends up treating one better than one could ever possibly treat him, and he’s always helped me regain my balance.

My friendship with Aaron has been an interesting event. Never have I related more to someone. Yet we have such different attitudes and different experiences. I see myself in him. It seems so odd that I’ve been able to meet someone with so many similarities that I’m able to sense a bond. It makes me question the idea of fate and intervention, something which I thought I had a set understanding of until recently.

I think that I’ll always wonder what I’ve done to deserve the company and friendship of such good and unique people, except for John I suppose, since he’s inherently evil. I feel like a monster next to them, with all my vices and problems.

I remember crying once a long time ago because I was nobody’s best friend. The idea made me cringe and feel worthless, because I believed that I wasn’t important to anyone. I suppose the situation hasn’t changed much; I still feel as worthless as ever.

Except my friends can now make me feel great.