You Ever Get The Feeling?

Have you ever gotten the feeling that someone you’re talking to could become your best friend?  Or really close to you, at least?  I got that feeling last night, talking to Patty and Jason.  He became a friend of mine several years ago, when my parents originally met his.  Art and Karen.  Karen died not too long ago, and I wrote about writing a biography of her life in an earlier entry.  Anyway, though, Mike, Jason, Patty, and I were hanging out and talking last night, and it turns out Jason likes many of the same video games and manga that Mike does, and Patty’s read a lot of the same fantasy books.  I know that doesn’t seem like a great way for me to be close to them, but in a way, it is.  See, I still remember when Mike would start talking about manga’s or card games, and I’d be sitting there, “Blink, blink,” not knowing what was going on.  Patty’s kind of the same way.  She doesn’t pay a lot of attention to manga’s or video games, so she’s someone I can talk to about other stuff when I get sick of anime talk and stuff.

I’d like it if I had a female best friend again.  I haven’t had one since Dolly and I lost contact.  I probably haven’t had one since Dolly and I had that conversation just before senior year started.  Oh, well.

Oh, Logan and family was here yesteray, too.  I swear to GOD!  Logan has become the most hysterically funny arrogant person I’ve ever met.  I almost feel like going up to Mike Keller on Friday and thanking him for being who he is.  Because while he’s critical as all get out of everyone around him, he’s NOWHERE NEAR as arrogant as Logan.

I don’t know about Carole, though.  I can see what Mike means with what he was saying last night.  Plus, I don’t think she’s at all realistic about Gabe’s situation.  See, the family is made up of four people: Carole and Luke, the parents, and Logan and Gabe, the kids.  Well, Gabe is autistic.  And I don’t think Carole is willing to accept what that’s going to mean for Gabe in his life.  His autism is severe enough that he’ll never have a normal life, but in different E-mails that she’s sent that I’ve seen, she talks about “praying for the day when God will heal Gabe,” and things like that.  It’s not a realistic prayer.  I understand that things like that are hard to deal with and accept, but how can believing that all of a sudden, he’ll wake up one day and be a normal kid help?  Because even if it’s just a fake expectation that you don’t think will come true, there is a measure of disappointment every day when you know it didn’t happen.  I don’t know.  I suppose it’s one of the reasons I’m paranoid about having a child.  I don’t know if I’d be able to deal with something like that.  Just the idea of a child, locked in their own world and not able to get out, not being aware of things around them, not speaking, not . . .  It gives me chills just thinking about it.

I gave Lindsay this site name and my diary name.  I wonder if she’s checking it out.  She hasn’t written anything in a bit.  Well, I’m gonna save this, and I’ll write more later.

Oh, to the one who wrote and said her father smoked and she hated it.  Ask him if he wants to risk you getting cancer from second-hand smoke.  Because the chances of that happening are bigger than he probably knows.

Bye. 🙂 🙂 🙂