Knowing An Old Friend Anew

I spent the day in leisure. The weather seems to conspire with my bed in beckoning me constantly to lie down and burrow myself under the covers of my blanket. I had planned on getting something done, at least get in to review a chapter or two. Alas, the conspiracy gets the better of me.



Writing has always been a therapy for me. More than a therapy, it is an outlet for all the crazy, convoluted ideas running around in my head. It gives an illusion that I'm making more sense than I really am in reality. So, as usual, because I have just acquainted myself with this weblog, I spent the better of the day writing down my thoughts and reading my Pare's more than a month's worth of entries.



I have known Jerry since we were in Second Year College. But our friendship is such that we'll choose having a good time drinking beer and smoking instead of talking about serious things about life. We tell each other major updates in our life, and some minor ones, but not really our thoughts or feelings. That is not how our friendship has been defined.



Then, I read his weblog. When I first read his entries, I was surprised. Really surprised. I didn't know that he writes, and that he expresses himself well. It's surprising to find a guy, especially like Jerry who is such a --- well, such a guy, to be really expressive.



Being a poetry fan, I especially enjoy reading his short poems. Conveying much emotion, in so little words.



And some of his posts that pertain to mundane and monumental things in his life are very enlightening. I learned some things about my old friend that I didn't know before. At times, his posts are riveting, other times, entertaining. Most of all, it gives me the chance to get to know my old friend better. I think I learned more about him in those hours I was reading his entries, than the 9 years we've known each other.



I really hope all of my friends will take up to writing their feelings and thoughts. There is such joy and wonder in reading another person's thoughts and feelings because it gives you a brand new perspective on life. In my case, I saw a new side of an old friend.



I thanked him for letting me privy to his thoughts because I so enjoy reading his entries. He said he writes better when he's complicated. Well, I think he will never cease to be. And I wouldn't have my Pare any other way.