Friends
Today was an interesting day. I got an encouraging and supportive email from FD about a comment I made on another Blog she follows; she is such a supportive and positive person. Then I talked to PM for quite a while and then continued our chat on MSN Messenger for several hours. He shared his latest project with me, his proposal for a new radio show. What makes PM so easy to talk to? I wish I felt as comfortable with others as I do with him. Then I had a talk with A of London, UK on MSN messenger. He is very supportive of me as well but he tries to get me to write what he likes. It is funny because he just did his Masters in Mediterranean Studies, and is writing a lot of articles for newspapers in his native Algeria as well as submitting articles to various other newspapers and journals in the UK, France, Italy and Algeria. He is fluent in several languages. I told him I was writing a play, but he thought I was writing porn and suggested I write political articles on immigrants in Canada. I know his intentions are good but he doesn’t really understand me. We have a strange relationship that is hard to explain and we haven’t seen each other in over a year. He did try to come to visit Canada this year but was insulted by the attitude of the Canadian consulate when he attempted to get a visa to visit Canada and changed his mind. He says he is supposed to be in NYC in January as he is working on a documentary with the BBC in some capacity, I think as an interpreter and we may try to meet there. He is also taking a TV and video production course, which sounds very interesting and is something I am very interested in, but I do not have the money to go back to school at the moment. The funny thing with A is he wants whatever I do to be highly intellectual and views my play as porn, which it is not. But then he wants me to call so he can hear my voice on the phone well he gets himself off. Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? Friends, I love them all, but I don’t always understand them.
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