of making friends.
The bad art
of making bad friends.
The poor art
of making 'useful' friends.
The sad art
of losing friends constantly.
I never had imaginary friends,
for I had books and a teddy
and no imagination.
Old friends are like old
or fading enthusiasms.
Most of my few friends
are dead - some twenty years ago.
Of friendship
I always had too-high an expectation.
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A massive loss of old friends from around 2017 onwards contributed greatly to a long a depression and lasting bitterness that I still have not fully shaken off.
The reasons and motivations of everyone involved were - of course - rather trivial and base.
I call it "the Great Cleansing."
So, reading your post had a bit of a cathartic effect.
Hope you are doing alright, Anthony. :)
- Martin
It's VITAL not to get bitter. Maintain a SENSE OF HUMOUR. Without humour we're lost.
I'm 'doing' well, thanks. Have started painting again. Have absolutely no 'social life' which suits me perfectly. "the Great Liberation" ! I'm 'happier' than I have ever been, since about the age of 7.
Let us enjoy the days of Trump the Great Trickster....
Hello again, Martin,
I am thinking of going to Berlin (via Hannover) in early Spring or in September. I was last there in 1987. It might be even better now that there are lots of Syrians. (Syrians have even appeared here, selling food at the markets.) Would you like to meet me there ? Actually I don't know whether you are in Austria or Germany or Switzerland... I'd pay for a nice quiet hotel...separate rooms if preferred. I'm sure you could do with a trip and a 'break'...
I have other plans for this spring, I'll hopefully be in Scotland in a month for a longer period of time. Maybe at some point I'll pass through Caylus and say 'hello'. Also, I'd very much prefer staying in a tent in a forest on my own somewhere secluded.
There is still one thing I wonder about: Of course, you had your fair share of lows, but have you never succumbed to bitterness lasting for years or over a decade?
Scotland is an excellent choice. Warm clothes required: wet in the west, sometimes Siberian in the East. No, I never succumbed to bitterness. Only disappointment and regret, which are equally useless. I have always had interests and books and painting "to fall back on". Having various interests and keeping alert are probably indispensable in old age.
On the other hand, my dislike of human beings as a species might well be my form of bitterness.
I'd be happy to receive you. Nearest airports: Toulouse, Bergerac. Nearest railway station: Caussade (direct, or via Bordeaux & Montauban from Paris).
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