i'm very weird about friendship.

i don't go about it the typical way. i don't meet someone, talk with them frequently, build a repertoire... all of that is hard and awkward for me.

for me, a friend is someone i'm curious about. because i think, in the end, curiosity is the force that drives me. i think it's the only reason i'm still alive.

but curiosity allows people to pierce the veil of my mind. stand behind it and you stop existing as i go on with my life. but these are people that i think about. and that curiosity is not just some sort of professional sort, but spreads from who these people are to how they're doing, is life going okay, are they happy? a small conversation or exchange of words, even if it's just the occasional journal on here and the acknowledgement of my existence is about all i need to consider someone a friend. it doesn't need to be mutual, though i hope it is in this case. so long as i can continue to follow their existence and know that they are, for the most part, content in their life, i can feel some small semblance of happiness. it is not dependent on theirs, but it certainly helps to know the people i care about are doing well.

so these are a couple of my friends.   xxow myself and   lemures having boba tea because what else would you do?

i'm the only one whose fursona doesn't bear any resemblance to their irl selves haha