Friendship is such a very special thing. Real friendship. Not the ships passing in the night kind. Not the “I’ll always be there for you, bro” kind. And then disappear on “bro” only to return whenever it’s convenient. To unload. Download. All kinds of crazy stuff. Where you’re “bro” and “brother” and “dude” and a “real friend.”
Forget about those one only meets in the online world. Extremely rarely do they ever become anything more than mental clutter.
It wears you down. Yes, it eventually wears you down because how much is enough? And when you do let it all go, there’s nothing left. U2 is still singing, I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For when actually you know you what you had, but you let it go for damaged goods and gypsies, tramps and thieves. Live and learn and move on…
Birthdays are always a time for internalising and hoping that tomorrow brings about some clarity and removes the clutter. And so, this birthday, I shut myself off this “regular” world, switched to my telephone without all the apps and decided to get away from everything and everyone that’s crept up and become part of what passes off as life in Hong Kong- and elsewhere. It was The Big Kiss Off to all this “sharing” where very very few actually give. Don’t they realise how obvious this is? How small it makes them look?