I just communicated with the person who was my best friend, the first time in almost a decade.

We knew each other for some years throughout primary school. Only months into my high school education I left and that was that. I developed agoraphobia in the ensuing years.

For some reason my mind has been entertaining more constant thoughts about him as well as his sister, his mother and father, even his cat. I'm not sure why. Well maybe I do - soon I may be attending a coffee club. It's easy to understand that this is huge for me, finally a solid opportunity to meet people. So yeah, with this on the horizon, I thought of my old friend.

He's young, we're both young. I asked myself whether he may have a facebook account, and of course he may of. As it turned out, he did. It was an explosion of emotions as his name appeared to me, and his picture, as he is now. This person who I would see every day and then not at all. I looked at his gallery of photos, a surreal experience. The messages he received on his "wall" from friends, I received a glimpse into his life, his experiences. All in all, he hasn't changed much.

Finally I worked up the courage to send him a message. Maybe it doesn't seem so daunting but this was an unreal moment for me. I didn't know what to say and indeed in the end, half of my message said as much, I don't know what to say to you!

As I logged on earlier today, I seen that he had responded. I checked out his first three words then made utterance of some truly weird and disturbing sounds that are beyond my capabilities to describe with sufficient accuracy.

Some hours later much of my inhibitions were shed, "fuck it," and I read his response. It was rather sweet all told - he still remembers how we would play video games after school.

Some of my best friends from high school and later. Sometimes it's been surreal--a guy I used to hang with had been widowed and had 5 kids! Another woman I knew had moved to New Mexico (from Boston) and become a lawyer--she had been headed for a career as an anthropologist out of high school.

Right now, I have kind of been restricted in my outside life because of health problems, but I think about how some of these people might be getting along as well. Sometimes, it's far stranger to let my imagination reign and then find out that the truth is a lot more grounded.

The last time I knew him he was about set to become a teenager. Now he's a young man, early-20s. When I checked out his profile, I thought to myself, "he's changed so much! He didn't drink bourbon before!" Forgive my stupidity. lol My mind was frazzled, disorganised.

I kind of hope we just maintain this form of communication. I as well am restricted in my movement - I'm on 24 hour oxygen support and require double lung transplantation. Post-tranpslant then we can see about taking the next step.

Sounds like you could jump start the friendship again. Good Luck. :) :hi:


I have facebook, if you ever want to be my friend! :) ;) :hi:

In my next message I plan to start an exchange on a passion we share jointly - we both enjoy watching Aussie Rules. His team isn't doing so well and I'll express my thoughts on why that is the case.

Thanks for the offer, you've been very kind. Thank you very much.