You guys are so lucky. I do not know the meaning of friend, nor I do understand the concept. Being a truck driver, I am very transient and cover a lot of distance, so I'm always on the move with no time to slow down. While I know so many people all over planet earth, and so many people know me, none of these connections would I call "fri…
You guys are so lucky. I do not know the meaning of friend, nor I do understand the concept. Being a truck driver, I am very transient and cover a lot of distance, so I'm always on the move with no time to slow down. While I know so many people all over planet earth, and so many people know me, none of these connections would I call "friendships". Just casual acquaintances who I either see a lot of, or very little if at all. I've only had a single short-lived relationship back in the late 80's prior to his passing of AIDS. I've been alone ever since. My only daily contact with people is through a windshield, a rearview mirror, or pushing my way through a crowd. I have learned through many trials, it is best to keep a low profile and keep my mouth shut as I am not very good at conversation and usually manage to fluff that up at every turn. This mostly stems from my childhood where if I uttered a word, my parents would beat me senseless until I was black 'n blue. The physical and emotional scars are deep and something I never outgrew. As an adult, I've learned to isolate myself from others, so I don't have to speak and embarrass myself, even here at the campground, I keep silent and to myself and only engage when prompted to. That is why I work on all their golf carts when I'm not on the road, because it keeps me functional for a purpose without imposing myself on others. When guys here at the campground try to get close to me, it's not because they want to be around me but rather because they want something ie; working on their golf carts, fixing something on their RV trailers, or help to do something else. So while I am not wanted, I am needed, because I help make the world go round.
Dear Jim...I know we only know each other through the lens of the internet, but I do consider you a friendly voice in a not-so-friendly world. So thank you.
I do count myself very lucky to have a handful of close friends who have stuck with me through more bs than they deserve.
As an only child, I didn't really grow up knowing how to be a friend. Friendly, yes. Friend, not so much. So...please don't think it comes naturally to everyone.
I'm willing to bet more people consider you a friend than you'll ever imagine. I'm sure you do much more than "just" help others make their worlds go round. (For those of us who have zero mechanical abilities, a friendly helper who doesn't make me feel dumb for not knowing is always a friend in my book. And I do my best not abuse those relationships and make them as balanced as possible.)
From everything I know about you, Jim, you are a kind, gentle man with many tales and talents. Please use some of that kindness on yourself and be open to letting others be your friend and help you in return...by loving you.
Vulnerability is a mfer, but it's worth it in my book. I vanished from the world for several years and am truly fortunate people like Drew waited for me to emerge (after I pushed him oh so far away).
I will say that not everyone's meant to be a forever friend (much less lover). Some are made for a reason or a season--but I cherish all who've been around "for good."
You guys are so lucky. I do not know the meaning of friend, nor I do understand the concept. Being a truck driver, I am very transient and cover a lot of distance, so I'm always on the move with no time to slow down. While I know so many people all over planet earth, and so many people know me, none of these connections would I call "friendships". Just casual acquaintances who I either see a lot of, or very little if at all. I've only had a single short-lived relationship back in the late 80's prior to his passing of AIDS. I've been alone ever since. My only daily contact with people is through a windshield, a rearview mirror, or pushing my way through a crowd. I have learned through many trials, it is best to keep a low profile and keep my mouth shut as I am not very good at conversation and usually manage to fluff that up at every turn. This mostly stems from my childhood where if I uttered a word, my parents would beat me senseless until I was black 'n blue. The physical and emotional scars are deep and something I never outgrew. As an adult, I've learned to isolate myself from others, so I don't have to speak and embarrass myself, even here at the campground, I keep silent and to myself and only engage when prompted to. That is why I work on all their golf carts when I'm not on the road, because it keeps me functional for a purpose without imposing myself on others. When guys here at the campground try to get close to me, it's not because they want to be around me but rather because they want something ie; working on their golf carts, fixing something on their RV trailers, or help to do something else. So while I am not wanted, I am needed, because I help make the world go round.
Dear Jim...I know we only know each other through the lens of the internet, but I do consider you a friendly voice in a not-so-friendly world. So thank you.
I do count myself very lucky to have a handful of close friends who have stuck with me through more bs than they deserve.
As an only child, I didn't really grow up knowing how to be a friend. Friendly, yes. Friend, not so much. So...please don't think it comes naturally to everyone.
I'm willing to bet more people consider you a friend than you'll ever imagine. I'm sure you do much more than "just" help others make their worlds go round. (For those of us who have zero mechanical abilities, a friendly helper who doesn't make me feel dumb for not knowing is always a friend in my book. And I do my best not abuse those relationships and make them as balanced as possible.)
From everything I know about you, Jim, you are a kind, gentle man with many tales and talents. Please use some of that kindness on yourself and be open to letting others be your friend and help you in return...by loving you.
Vulnerability is a mfer, but it's worth it in my book. I vanished from the world for several years and am truly fortunate people like Drew waited for me to emerge (after I pushed him oh so far away).
I will say that not everyone's meant to be a forever friend (much less lover). Some are made for a reason or a season--but I cherish all who've been around "for good."
Thank you for being a friend and sharing,
Clint 🌈✌️
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