|Warning - this is a knitting and food-free post. =)|
I've had a lot of cause lately to think about friendship. I have chosen not to get into the specific here, but suffice it to say that someone I thought was a friend proved (very clearly) not to be.
I had a pretty fair number of friends in high school and college, some of whom I was VERY close to at the time. It saddens me to think that I have lost touch with most of them. I am really only in touch with four people from high school (Kir, Robin, and Donna - the ones I went to Kennywood with this spring, and Mike, who I hear from sporadically), and one from college (and since she's my cousin, I'm not sure that counts). I also have some good friends that I have made since being married, most of whom either went to school with Kris or married people who did.
Anyway, lately, I have had cause to turn to some people I know only from the Knittyboards for support. The funny thing is that even though I haven't met some of them in "real" life (It bothers me to refer to the Knittyboards as somehow less real because they are online...), I am as close to them as some of the people I see on a regular basis. And these people, with whom I technically only share an obsession with using sticks to turn string into something useful, have stepped up to the plate and been some of the truest friends I can imagine. They have let me vent when I needed to, made me laugh with some really snarky comments, and have made me believe that I will honestly get through this and be ok.
I'm not sure all of them know just how much they have touched my life, but I have to take a moment to thank them. I'm not sure I can ever repay them for this, but I love them all dearly, and I want to make sure that they know it.
Thank you, guys. You are amazing people, and I am so lucky to have found you.