Friends. Good friends. Really, really good friends.

I mentioned my friend B previously.

Everyone should have a friend like B. Anyone who does is lucky beyond measure. Anyone who doesn't just can't even imagine what such a friend is like. I can't even imagine that any person would be lucky enough to have more than one friend like B.

It turns out B & I have several of the same issues. The one that comes to mind first is "Is this all there is?". I mean really - is this all there is to life? Or have I (and she) missed the boat somewhere? Is there a memo I didn't get? Get up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. I'm well aware that every moment, every day can't be filled with excitement and something new, but geezus, the excruciatingly mind numbing sameness of day after frikkin' day, all the same, each different in some minute way, but look back on the last 30, 60 or 90 and just try to pick out 3 that stand out in some way. Ya know what? I'll even take some of the blame for not doing more to find hobbies or activities to make things better.

But still..... am I missing something here? Please help me, tell me where I'm wrong, because I just don't understand. Is life destined to be the same crap, over and over and over? Even after changing routines and finding new hobbies the same monotony sets in again. Or is it just me? Does no one else experience this?

I will say this though - when B came into my life, I woke up, in many ways. Talk about shaking your world to its' foundations - that's what she did. And before you go off thinking this is turning out to be a regular old "affair" thing - it's not. Not by a long shot. B and I have conversations, long conversations, about everything. I mean, everything. We've spent 4 and 5 hours talking and covered everything from what some pinhead did in the office the other day, to world events, to how we hate stupid drivers, to where we'd like to see our lives go.

I guess for those of you who have friends or family or spouses with whom you can easily and readily communicate, this might seem like no big deal. But for me, as for B, I'm basically a loner. I generally don't like to just talk. As far as I'm concerned, silence does not have to be filled with noise. If I have something to say, I'll say it. But if I don't, why should I just add to the noise?

With B it's different though. She's genuinely interested in what I have to say, whether the subject be galactic in scale or as trivial as how often I lose pens. Even stranger (to me at least) is that I want to tell her my thoughts. Conversation with B never feels forced or strained (well, not never, more on that at a later time), we just flow together. Have you ever experienced that with anyone? It's a truly amazing sensation. It's also a completely foreign sensation, at least to me, that someone is really, honest, truly and completely interested in me, in whatever I have to say.

And even more, and this is the part that just floors me, I want to talk to her, I want to hear what she has to say about any and everything. I've never been bored listening to her. Why? What's so different about B? Or maybe it's not just B - maybe it's the way I am when I interact with her. So again, why? What's different? To be honest, I don't know, and I've tried to figure it out.