looking for friends that will open up…

 

I feel like I always come back to the same question regarding friends. Who are those real friends that bring out only the best in you? And… the bigger question is –> how do you find people like that? How do you connect to people like that?

I have many people that I know. From work, school, day to day life, you know? So I know those people. Many I consider to be my friends.  Many are on my facebook page.

However we do not connect often enough. When we do its more like catching up. Constant catching up. I feel like that doesn’t leave much room for really knowing a person.

I guess the truth is that I got fed up with certain types of bullshit. I mean there are so many friends that I have and I don’t know anything about them. I have never been to their house, never met their parents, never got to hear anything that is at all relevant to their emotional state. At the end of the day I might as well be talking to strangers…? No? Why is it that so many people are so afraid to open up? Why are they hiding behind some bullshit wall of mystery? Yes, I do have social-networking sites to thank for all the glorious updates on their emotional state but most are out of context.

My friends are out of context. We only meet on a neutral ground. We only talk about unimportant shit like our jobs and weather.  Seriously people, that doesn’t make us any better.

Plus, why is it that I always tell you how I really feel, while you respond with some crappy story about someone else’s goat?

Open up goddamit or stop wasting my time!!!!

Inspiration: short story about a laptop.

Dear Dell.ca I would like to thank you for sending me an inspiration. I was so pleased to see the Purolator truck this morning, that I might have scared the Purolator man just a little bit… He knew what he was delivering and I knew that I was like a little kid on Christmas morning (all over again). The box looked so small but the potential inside (which I paid for) so enormous.

I haven’t had a laptop for over two years and truth to be told I cried when my oldie no longer worked. I have purchased my first laptop when I was in 11th grade. It felt like I have spent all of my hard earn dollars on it. We have been really good friends for many long years.

About five years ago my oldie has been left on my work table… The table was located by a window… That day the weather has shifted from a sunny +25C to a blowing wind-rain. The window was open…

By the time I got to my work desk I found my laptop sitting in a puddle of water. Luckily it was off at the time and no electrical disaster has occurred. once you see your laptop full of water you know this might be the end.

For us it wasn’t. I left the laptop to dry… and I mean left it to air dry for two weeks. Without ever trying to turn it on, or even plug it in. Two longest weeks with no lappy. One day I have finally got enough courage to check if it was alive. It was. Everything worked fine.  Until about a year later; strange things started to happen to it, its mind, and its soul.

For the last two years of its life I literally used it as a type-writer. Nothing worked: it gave up on the dvd/cd drive, on the floppy drive, on having any long term memory. I used it as a type-writer by plugging in a usb key, typing out stuff in word, and saving my info as I typed directly to the key… It was a long a tedious process, but I was used to my lappy’s keys that I could not feel more at ease with typing. (I did however had to transfer all my writing to my big computer and only then deal with editing, properly saving, and printing my documents.)

I loved that old laptop so much that I cried when I was giving it away to a recycling depot. We were best friends for so many years: we had so many fond memories.

Today I got my new best friend. (yes, i know its not a puppy but it will do for now) I was pleased to get it and start typing on it, as it turns out this post is coming from the new Inspiron.

I am glad to have a laptop again. I have mentioned to many people that my inspiration comes in the strangest of places and I need my computer to be able to follow me around. So when inspiration strikes… its here… waiting.

So far I am impressed with delivery, product, and the keyboard… I can actually type sitting on my sofa! ( I am concerned with this little dead? pixel on my screen, but I’ll check later if it is anything serious.)

I hope this Inspiron will become my inspiration. (hence the Inspirontion!!! :P)

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