I'd live without any friends, if I could do it without bottoming out my Sanity Meter.

That's one of those weird and revealing things to put out there, but so it is.

I write mainly to put names to the ineffable feelings I have. I'm an introverted person, and I always find myself at a loss for the words or phrases that describe how and why I feel separate. It's like I was born exactly on the border of five countries, and I'm trying to determine my citizenship. It kind of doesn't matter where I hail from, so long as I'm able to say "Oh, I'm from A," or "I was born in C." Part of me just doesn't want to be from somewhere. Some isolated part of myself says that, being born at the intersection of all five countries, I'm from nowhere.

So, as nationality affects association, I gravitate towards other people who seem to come from nowhere. And I lose interest in them when they expatriate somewhere concrete.

I don't know if I'm being oblique or just immature, so humor me here. You, mysterious reader, are my greatest friend. We've not met, and probably never will, but there's something insignificant that I enjoy immensely about our non-relationship. I am Erwin Schrödinger and you are or are not my cat.