Friday, November 11, 2005
I was reading my old friendster testimonials today in a fit of irrational gloominess and they got me really, really sentimental. I know friendster is all passé and blah and not used by anyone anymore and its rather to be waxing lyrical over an online friend-making device, of all things, but still.
Ok, don’t disillusion me. Don’t tell me that people are SUPPOSED to say nice things on testimonials, or that 90% of everyone’s testimonials are probably made up of permutations of the same assortment of adjectives as everyone else’s. Yeah despite all this I’m going to let myself bask in my testimonials and feel like I’m being appreciated.
And that I have friends.
And that my friends love me. ( and I love you too…)
Because, see, despite all outward appearances my singular greatest fear is quite simply, loneliness. I’m haunted by the thought that someday I’d end up losing all my friends. Or that I’m not being enough of a friend to the people around me. That I’d end up living out my days alone in a dinky little room, talking to my 31 pet cats because I have no one else to talk to.
And if that’s not enough reason for me to take testimonials seriously, well, you’re free to leave me a tag telling me how silly I am. Better yet, put it on a testimonial
winks
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