People in, people out. I'm among the very best at meeting someone, introducing ourselves, and... remember the start of the old TV show Mission Impossible? They'd give a message about their task, the specifics, yaaa, an then, "This message will self destruct in two minutes!?" That. That is about how long I remember someone's name when first introduced.
Google, AI, that crap, tell me we interact with 80,000 to 90,000 people in our lifetime. Dunbar, whoeverinthehell that is, says you can only maintain about 150 stable relationships at any given time. So........ each and every, also has 150 people they have a relationship with... (To be continued, paragraph 2 long)
S0000000000.... One fitty times one fitty = a network of 22,500 people. That might excite a realtor, or a cable salesperson... to me though, (HOLY CRAP) I thinka germs, bacteria, scabies, hookworm, I've heard delusion and anxiety rubs off.... lice, herpes, just thinka the crap!
Side note. I did and DO love my outlaw sister. We usedta be inlaws, but now we's outlaws since the divorce. (The 150 made me think of her, more on that in a sec).. One night (I ain't sure if she was ever in Band, I wasn't, so it wasn't band camp), liquor was probably involved. We each had just lost a sibling. She lost her brother, I lost my sister. I don't recall how we 'drew blood' but we did, then we touched each other and became 'blood brother, blood sister.' When we are out and about nowadays.. and we meet people, I tell them who she is (My ex SIL Kim), how tight we were, and then I tell them we still are, and, that, "She's still in my top 150 of friends!"
Where was I? Oh yeah, friends. I saw something I wanted to quote but it's like much in my life, now I can't find it. Damn nutcracker has been missing for six years and I ain't sure why I ain't bought another. Anyways, it was a lady whose father had told her "If you know 5 people, really really really well in your lifetime, you're lucky." She didn't understand it, but, as aging happened, she did.
And it's true. It's reawwy reawwy twue - OH HOW WE SO APPRECIATE GOOD, CLOSE FRIENDS. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo many we meet (80,000 to 90,000) sooooooooo many we know fairly well (the one fitty... their one fitty... the 22,500)........
But, it's the ones that REALLY know us, and we them (to me anyways) that make life a bucket of laughs... and tears... and fun.... and hugs... and warmth... and, VICTOR, STOP, you're being effeminate.... HEY, I don't give a rats. Older I get, more I don't care. I LOVE MY FRIENDS, especially the really really close ones, of which, if you're like me, ain't many.
It was here I was gonna add the words to the old Lesley Gore song "You don't know me", except, when I went to snatch the lyrics I noticed it was "You don't own me" which, is a whole nuther blog in and of itself. (And, per the Lesley lyrics mishap, scroll to "When'd we get this painting?") I don't pay attention, BUT, I really really do when it's a very close friend.
If you only knew how much close friends helped me in 2025. And yes, it's a great perk to give that love, loyalty back to our friends.
People let me tellya bout my best friend............ nah, we all know who our good friends are.
Tell me who are the people in your (best friend) neighborhood, in your neighborhood......... and no, yain't gotta. You know. I know. We know. And that's all that really matters.
Sonofagun, I just looked. I got two horizontal lines and one vertical line on my palm.
Palm? I needs me another trip to Mehico.
(He's nuts folks, I truly think he's lost his coconuts.)
Yeah and I hope I find 'em... after I buy me another nutcracker.
Love, Victurd
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