I know how it feels to have no one. Going out feels like an exercise in futility. The only people I speak to are family. My messenger is permenantly silent. I too am my own best friend. Writing has kept me sane.

I miss the snow.

I love snow. We (ND) missed the storm today

Messenger. . . Although my personal phone, I only get job related messages. Every couple of months I'll get a message from "someone else" usually needing help with computers, electronics, or a request to use my home theater to show a movie to a large group of people.

I generally see my "good friend" once or twice a year when he travels the thousands of miles to make it back to the middle of nowhere. Another "good friend" I see every decade or so. (Although we e-mail each-other once or twice a year).

I think the realization that we are our own best friend is a healthy attitude.

for a moment there, I thought you would tell stories of how you find nice things you apparently did for yourself which you have no memory of...

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