The Bipolar Otaku

With me being so busy lately, I find myself regreting not taking time to talk to my friends... For some, it's been a few days since we've talked. For others, it's been a few months. This weekend, one of my friends, my old roommate in college and afterward, took the time to say, despite the fact that he and I have found ourselves in our own little islands of isolation, he still considers me one of his best friends. And of course, I still think the same thing. It is just so wierd talking with a friend for the first time in a long time; it's almost like I can't just call them up because it would be too awkward to just say hi. And there's been so much that happened since then that you don't know where to start. How do tell your friends that, "hey, life while I knew you was great, but didn't you know I was crazy then?" "Yeah, it's cool too hang around you again, but it really sucks because I can't drink; all I can do is watch you get drunk and laugh at you..." "Yeah, why don't we go out for a beer after work sometime; oh wait, I can't, nevermind..." I mean, that's not how I normally feel, but sometimes, when you see everyone else having a good time, you just want to make sure that you're part of that group... by drinking of course... I missed the wine tasting... I was there... but I wasn't... I couldn't be there... I... who? sigh...

wait, this wasn't the way this post was supposed to go. I'm supposed to just say, I'm glad to get to talk to my friends again. I'll have to make a point of taking the time in the future.