|Some apples on the tree and candles to light it up, make the winter months feel bright and warm|
It makes a sort of sense that if you’re an artist, you’d make artist friends. Or if you’re a gamer you’d make gamer friends.
But have you ever tried making friends with those whom you have qualities opposite yours?
Do you ever find yourself making friends whom you’d never consider as ‘part of your wheel house’?
For myself, I’ve found countless times making friends with those of the written word. Otherwise known as writers. It seems to me, I’ve always managed to strike up a great conversation with one every now and then. As the years went by, the number of writers and conversations grew. And now, I’ve accumulated a large number of writer-friends; all of whom I’d consider any where from pretty damn good to amazingly great friends.
I’m not sure why I’m attracted to that sort of crowd. Perhaps I’m in awe of them for the quality that I’d never have; that power of spoken language I can’t ever seem to acquire for myself like some superpower. Perhaps there’s a general quantity to their personalities that transcends individuality; like a specific template that one must have to be a writer that I just so happen to enjoy.
Maybe I just like the way they talk or that cut of their jib.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t necessarily need to know. But I like it.
For those in the US, Happy MLK Day
For everyone else, Happy MondayTwilight Sparkle skin for philosophical thought!
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Only if you'll stop on by, and give me a smile like Pinkie Pie.