Friends

I have the weirdest, most eclectic pile of people I count as good friends. I just got off the phone with one of them. He's a guy I think I have only met once (maybe twice?) in person, but got to know better via Twitter (back 15 years ago when it was still fun to be on Twitter) and then Facebook. We talk no more than 2-3 times a year at most. Otherwise, it's mostly just random jamming on Facebook and the occasional PM. 

There is no way I ever would have spoken to this guy IRL prior to knowing him via social media. He's smart, goofy, spacy, and the most snarled-up of many of my most messed-up friends. And he's hilarious.
[before y'all go getting weird: he's married, it's complicated; he lives as far away from his wife as he lives from me; we're literally buddies/pals/friends; he has a roomie recently acquired who seems to also be his caregiver, but they are also just friends-ish--no benefits]

I worry about him. He's not in good health. And he is occasionally difficult--who isn't?--and prickly. But he knows his Carlin, can quote at length from all the good parts, and he says nice things about me being a "smart librarian." It cracks me up.

I find it so bizarre to have developed a large contingent of really good guy-friends. There's so much dissonance in my head because I could barely even speak coherent sentences to guys in my teen years. Always awkward, always shy and ready to bolt if (when) the guys got loud and/or mean. Yet, two of my best friends now are men. 

No clue why this seemed important to blog about. I'm so grateful to have so MANY friends checking up on me. I wonder if there's some kind of calendar that they're all using to space the checkins out so I don't get suspicious. lol