March 14, 2002

Okay, last page from All About Me today, as selected by Elle. Page 29 - Friends.

Your father is your friend. [ ] Yes [ ] No. Well, was, but yes. I wrote a bit about how we became friends before he died back in my January 25th entry.

Your best friend as a child. Oho, a trick question! Rather, one that does not apply. I grew up as a Military Brat, so the concept of having a best friend is completely foreign to me. Sure, you had friends as a kid, but then they'd get posted somewhere else, or you would, then everyone had to start all over in their new location. There was no point in becoming really close friends or buddies with anyone, because in all likelihood you'd never see them again in your life after a year or two. If there is a plus side to this, a Brat can go years without any communication with another Brat, then meet up after all that time and pick things up right from where they left off like the time apart never happened.

Your worst enemy as a child. That's easy. Every bully at every new school I went to who didn't like new kids, especially those younger, smaller and smarter than they were.

Your best friend as a teenager. My cat Boots. I had friends in high school who I hung out with, but I don't know that I could call them best friends. I've had next to no contact with any of them since high school ended. [Thinks for a minute] Okay, maybe there was one that I called best friend, even if it was for a relatively short time. 1983 was a good year as a result of being able to have Paula as my best friend. Ended up the same as any other brat-friendship does though; pfffft. A tale for other times.

Your worst enemy as a teenager. The same type of bullies as there were back in elementary schools, only now full of testosterone.

Your best friend as an adult. I guess I'd have to say my wife. I don't mean that to sound the wrong way, using the word guess. Again, it all stems from the whole not knowing what a long term best friend is or feels like, having never grown up with or experienced such an animal. If a best friend is someone who thinks the same thing as you do in certain circumstances; is someone who knows what you like and dislike; is someone who shares and appreciates all the same things; is someone who has a common affinity for felines; then sure, Lisa is my best friend.

Your worst enemy as an adult. Me, not knowing who I really am for the longest time. I think I've figured it out though. I'll keep you posted.

If you could, where would you banish your worst enemy to? I'm actually of the 'forgive and forget' school, so banishment is not an option. I'm sure my childhood enemies have plenty of their own demons to wrestle with; they don't need any of mine to pile on top of them.

Are you able to forgive your enemies? [ ] Yes [ ] No. Didn't I just answer this? Heh! Yes.

Very interesting book. I'm going to have to take the time over my March Break next week and flip through the pages more thoroughly. Perhaps on a couple of the days I'm lazing about the apartment all by myself I'll get inspired to write some entries that will be more inspired than this one.

Ooh, I know what I forgot to mention. I've registered two domain names that point to this website. Instead of the whole northco.net url, both roncollings.ca and candragon.ca will get you here in a blink. Yay! Ego trip.

Likely no entry tomorrow. We're taking Sam down to the vet early in the morning to get his plumbing checked out. He hasn't been acting normal around the litter box of late, which concerns us. Or maybe I will update, to keep you informed about the Big Bamboo. We'll see. If not, have a great weekend.

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