I'm a selfish bastard
Today has been a long day, and I woke up late today. Today's been a journey, from start to finish. I should be finishing a book right now, but I'm not.
This post is motivated by this post.
There are lots of reasons why I try to stay connected to my friends who live far away, who I can't be with right now. Some of the more admirable ones is that I want to be there for them if they need me, I want to not drift away from them because I love them. Then they get to more ambiguous motives: I enjoy good conversation, talking to them feeds my spirit. And then . . . Sometimes I think I just feel like I need assurance. Assurance that they are my friends that . . . well . . . that they love me. I'm a selfish bastard.