Tagged: Friends

I started writing this back in summer, when I’d had a few too many roast dinners by myself and was also struggling to find someone to go on holiday with me. Like the majority of my blog posts nowadays, by time I get around to publishing my thoughts, my thoughts have changed…or perhaps more realistically my reality has changed. It isn’t so much that I don’t have enough friends, but that they are all dispersed around the world doing their own thing. Which is exactly what I have done by moving to London. The dream is to travel back 10-12 …

This weekend was a reminder of what a wonderful group of friends I have, so many people taking the time out to give some support to those going through such a difficult moment of their lives, a life-changing event, something that is almost unimaginably unbearable.  Such a unique and beautiful group, they have changed me markedly for the better over the years.  I dearly hope that there is a positive outcome.  Never say never. I didn’t really want to talk about myself given that something far more important has been going on than any minor dramas I may have but …

Finally there is proof (story link in title) that having a good network of friends can increase your survival chances by up to 50% So I was right all along that my fabulous network of friends is keeping me alive (as well as happy…and inspired). It is a significant study, having studied 300,000 people in 4 continents over 7 years. Though it does state that having few friends is as damaging to survival as smoking 15 cigarettes or being an alcoholic. So does having lots of fantastic friends, and drinking lots with them every week cancel out each other? So …

My idea of a Facebook Friend, is someone that I have at least met, and have some vague connection with. Maybe someone I work with, a friend of a friend who joined us for drinks, etc etc. Or a girl I want sexual favours from. Or someone I just recognise from going out – as long as they are human beings. So I got home last night to find that not only a self-storage company had requested my friendship, but Expressgyms. A gym, for fuck’s sake. Do I look like I would ever have a drink with a gym? Go …