Monday, February 8, 2010
Happy To See Me
I’m always surprised when people are happy to see me. I normally expect that when it’s been a while since I’ve seen somebody, it’s because they’ve wised up and come to their senses. They’ve finally realized that I’m a boring, depressing, bitter man, and they’ve found better ways to spend their time than with me. But people always seem happy to see me. It’s baffling, but it makes me feel like a wealthy man. I’ve got friends everywhere, more than I can name. They’re all wonderful people. I suppose that’s one of the benefits of being a lost dog. You make a lot of friends.