Strangers?

Blanche Dubois from "a streetcar named desire", famously professed that she "always depended on the kindness of strangers". I, myself have been prone to it in this blog, here and here.

But today I want to talk about sort of the opposite feeling, the comfort that comes from being with people you know, people you know very well. Strangers can be exciting and fun. Nothing is at stake with them, if they are nice, all is good, if they are not, nothing is lost really. But people you know, people you know and love can bring another dimension to your life.

With the exception of one person, I live my day to day life here surrounded by strangers. They are all nice people, I've known them now for 4 years (!) but they are not really my friends, my emotional investment to them is sort of minimal. We meet regularly, we talk about work, we moan about life, we bitch about bosses/boyfriends etc but in the end, perhaps solely due to the fact that we don't know each other for long, our relationships are shallow.

Nothing wrong with shallow, don't get me wrong. But we need more, I think. I pass my days thinking that it's ok, I can talk to my real friends on skype/phone, it's all fine. But then, when my friends come here, and I spend a couple of days of normality, with normal people that know me well, going for coffees and all, I think that, fuck this, fuck strangers, love is all that matters.

To make up for my laziness... enjoy

Ah, and happy April fool's day. Will you tell any lies today?