It's strange, the way things work out lately. I like to think that I am on my way to forming a few friendships with coworkers at my latest place of employment, but I cannot help but wonder about the friendships I had when I was in high school.


I look at pictures of people who claim to be friends with me, and I can't help but ask, "Who are these people?"

I'd like to think that I recognize people who meant a great deal to me in the days of my youth, but now, there are people I've apparently impacted who I don't know from the few seniors who walk by my place of employment whenever I am behind the counter.


But as I continue to think about it, I can't help but wonder if it's not their perception of the association we shared that's skewed, but mine. I have never claimed to hold every thing to the same value that "normal" people do. I wouldn't dream of it. I appreciate the meaning of the word friendship that I have in my mind.


Do passengers of two ships that pass in the night consider each other friends?


And I'm not sure if that made much sense. Friendship, as something wholly definable, never did to me, so I suppose my odd little metaphors wouldn't.


Strange. Oh, well. For the night, I give up on my questions and ponderings. My mind races enough already as I sleep.


To those who read this, good night and may you have pleasant or no dreams.