I once thought I had friends. I would talk to them every day, reach out to them, hang out with them, etc.
But as soon as I stop they seem to vanish.
I always thought it was weird that people just “had” friends when I went out and “made” friends.
Good fortune just seemed to fall onto people when I had to wrest happiness out of the world.
Call me creepy or whatever but I just thought of a memory of you. It was lunch and I was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I heard you call my name from across the cafeteria, I looked around and you were frantically trying to get my attention toward the PB&J. I didn’t know what you were doing but when I looked down and saw a long ass hair in my sandwich I was like “woah, that’s a long ass hair.”
And at that moment of complete disgust at my tainted sandwich, I felt really special that you were even looking my direction.
Out of all the sandwiches in that cafeteria to look at, you were looking at mine and that made me happy for a brief moment in time.
icaria: Surface of Mars, photographed by Mars Express, 29th September 2005.
Composite of 3 visible light images, but not necessarily producing true colour. Covers 50 to 57°S, 245 to 247°E; about 470 by 70km. The crater at top is Porter: See also.
Image credit: ESA. Composite: AgeOfDestruction.