Blogger Party

I am blogging while waiting for Diane. She has been my friend for the last seven years and she lives somewhere in Upper Michigan where there seems to be a storm. It worries me. I miss her because usually at this hour, we're chatting on my yahoo messenger, exchanging emoticons or just making each other feel that "I am here". Now, she isn't. That almost makes me feel extremely alone tonight. I guess that friendship is a ritual in a sense. There is the ritual of waiting in the computer and knowing that she will be there and we usually end the chats with "take care".

Now, she still isn't here. It makes me think that internet friendships are as real - and even more so- than "near" relationships.

Behind every computer is a human being, with a heart just like Diane and mine. We share, care, "whisper" secrets we would dare tell no one. I would even venture to say that computer friendships are a lot more real than the "usual" ones because you can dare be completely transparent to a total stranger the first time that you "meet".Then day to day you find out more about each other the more without having to worry if you have the right make-up on.Then, the days become years and both of you are still there.

Exupery said. "it is the time that you spend with your rose that makes it important". It is the time I spent with Diane that makes her important to me. She is my friend. I can come up with a single emoticon and she would know what I exactly mean. She can tell me one word, and I would know it's a cue. She is completely that best friend that I wish were here nearer to me. She is the one I wait and pray for during times like this when she isn't on my yahoo messenger.

Thus, I blog. And wait. Her friendship makes me happy so I guess, part of the "deal", is that one's heart must be a little heavy at times because isn't that part of caring for someone?

Why isn't she here yet.

Thus I am still waiting as I am sure all her friends are, hoping that she pops up even for a while to tell us that she's alright.

I still wait. Because I care. It's a ritual. Then maybe, she yet will make me smile again today and it would be all worth the wait.