When Lynne and I first "met" she was in Greece using the pseudonym Layla, and I was known only as Babbacombe Lee, a dead giveaway to my musical tastes and my sense of humour. This blog started out as "thrice hanged" before I changed it after the son of a friend hanged himself. We had a lot in common musically, and became cyber friends, but never shared much personal information until facebook.came along. Even then, not all that much. I was never interested of course in chatting anyone up, and I still am not, but today we talked a little more than usual, learned a little more about each other, and it made me realise how important social interaction is, especially for one in my circumstances, far away from home and those I love.
I have been here almost a year now. I arrived on the 26th of this month in 2009. i suspect i am not getting enough social interaction, even for me, who can be satisfied with very little.
Some statistics for the last year period: Number of people who have visited my home(s) – 8. Three of them helped me move in to this apartment, and I am counting that, as we shared beer. Number who visited more than once – 3 (Not counting Chelsea who stayed for a while between flats but including cuzzies from Solomon Islands who were attending USP last year). Number of homes I have been invited to -3 . Number of visits made to other peoples’ homes – 3. Number of times I have been out socially with a group of others – 5, including two evenings with Dave and Renee from NZ after our meetings, excluding the day trip to Nukulau (photos here on Facebook), which was after all, a works outing and does not count.
Now, this is not a whinge and whine. merely a comment on my observations. I have not really thought about it much until today, so it is no big deal. Though I love to have family and friends around me, I am content with my own company most of the time. I chat with my girls comfortably about nothing for a long time on Skype. Chatted long in that vein with Lynne today on various subjects centred around music. She has met and had conversations with people I know of, from folk groups such as Fairport Convention, that I would love to hear live. That’s cool. She introduced me to the songs of Vin Garbutt, a neighbour of hers,and a very interesting and amusing charcter. But I digress again.
I realised that I have in fact very few close friends, and of those few, I have made very few indeed since my school days. I have plenty of friends mind. Count them on Facebook: As of today, 99, not counting Eric the Duck who is, of course, me. But how many can I call for help at 2AM?
No one is alone who has one such, and I have more.