dear life

thank you for the friends who tell terrible ribald ones,

when you think you're disappearing into depression;

thank you for the ones who tell you to turn your saddest most pathetic incidents into blog posts

thereby putting them into perspective and reminding you that you have a huge funny bone

in fact a common one.

thank you for the ones who pretend to be your family

though they are different of skin, history and language

diffrent of culture of mind of value

(only not different of intellect)

and spoil you like they were your long suffering daddy/mummy;

thank you for the sage wise ones

whom you see after years and suddenly blurt out your fears to

and they still treat you to dinner!

other sage wise ones

who pop up now and again to confirm rumours

disseminate information

and remind you that your life matters to theirs;

for the distant ones

who were never really friends

but who matter somehow, in their joys and their pain

through shared circumstances, shared memories, shared loves maybe?

thanks even for the selfish ones

who pound you with their little shits

so that you feel that you're usefully solving others lives;

and if i don't mention the heroines who sit far away

(one who shares a city with me,

and the other who shares nothing but my huge extended childhood)

they will kill me dead -

thank you, dear lifelines.