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She is the first one I see and speak to every morning and
on most occasions the one I last take
leave from at night.
We
understand each other perfectly, which is
nice. Everyone needs someone like that
in their life and we are never cross with each other.
She sleeps more than she used to
(although it’s hard to notice this with a cat, I
pay close attention to her because we share an office) and I am also sleepier these days (but not these nights).
When she stretches out to be scratched and
stroked, the feeling is extraordinary.
She is often misunderstood.
That is the way it is with geniuses.
Gregory Isaacs: Oh!
What A Feeling (Link)
I
was interested to read in The Star this
week that “Brangelina” have no
friends. More specifically, Brad has
some chums, sort of (you can’t really tell the exact degree and strength of his
affiliations with such worthies as George Clooney, Jonah Hill, Giovanni Ribisi
and Chris Cornell and this is The Star), but:
“Angie has admitted that she doesn’t really have
any friends at all. ‘I’ll talk to my family. I’ll talk to
Brad,’ she has
said, ‘But I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of friends I talk
to. He’s
really the only person I talk to.’”
I
understand and can definitely relate to this and so, I think, can most people I
know. Friendship bonds seem to weaken over time like
dissipating natural forces; inertia, entropy and solitude replace and supplant them. So many
songs have been written about this (Ray Davies achieved laureate status aeons ago) and their popularity attests to
the universality of the phenomenon.
A former friend told me about a dinner party she once attended where she was table-mate to The Man
Who Broke The Bank Of England, native
Esperanto speaker George Soros. The international man of
mystery with the sour demeanor and palindromic last
name was newspaper-grey, gloomy, and dour. Like Angelina,
Soros confided to her that he
had no friends. He said he accepted this as a fact of life, although it
seemed to make him sad, and their sector of the soirée settled into a long and
awkward silence.
I
think my acquaintance really missed
her chance to establish, at the very least, a relationship with
someone who might have been an
interesting occasional lunch or theater companion and a source of great
investment advice. I would have said: I will be your friend, how about it? But she's basically self-involved and unsociable, always underplaying or overplaying her hand.
I would like to introduce you to a few of my precious friends.
Big
Star: Thank You Friends (Live Link)
