This day is just getting too depressing. I tried to be my friend, and I got rejected. Then I figured that maybe there was something wrong with me, some reason that I rejected myself. I googled "be your own best friend" and got 14,000,000 hits.
This is going to take me a little while to wade through. Maybe I would have allowed myself to become a casual acquaintance of me and maybe work up to friends - "friend" just covers too much territory. I'd take a non-lethal bullet for a friend, so my definition probably doesn't fit the more definitive, casual use of the word.
Googling down to page 19 of the 14,000,000 Hit Parade reveals:
"Wal-Mart: The Poor Americans' Best Friend - Right Wing News ...May 7, 2008 ... Wal-Mart: The Poor Americans' Best Friend. The Left loves to attack Wal-Mart because... Fake Reasons. 1) They don't pay their employees ..."
I'd add Wal-Mart to my friend's list in a second, although if Wal-Mart ran dive boats, they'd have 1,200 people on each dive. Good thing I got my butt out of the friendship queue.
I'm thinking though, that maybe it's not me...maybe it's the me who rejected me. I'll mull this over tonight when a couple of Sailor Jerry's and mango nectar libations. Too bad there are no subways down here - subway trains are terrific places to have long, in-depth conversations with yourself. I used to see it all the time when I lived there.
And now, back to diving...