I am, it's true, but shit - I can't justify why I hung around with anyone other than to say they happened to be present and I thought that having friends was something I was supposed to do. In retrospect, I shouldn't have bothered. They weren't interesting or remarkable in any way. Just local. Mostly I remember being bored.
The bad thing about having a schedule booked solid with clods is you're too busy with them to meet someone worthwhile. I've repeated this same mistake - with friends, with women, with clients - all my life. I don't believe anymore that simply knowing someone is a sufficient reason to continue knowing them. There really is something to be said for telling people goodbye. Not cruelly, just... no can do, very busy here, don't call me I'll call you.
My movie would be titled "Go Stand Over There Will Ya"
No quality Aussies to befriend? Have you considered a meet-up with Teutonic Knight for thoughtful discourse at Manly Beach? He seems quite delightful. More than capable conversationalist, I'd imagine, and he's local.
To the continent, anyway. As with booty, Radical Plato, and the insufferable Vince B, CSN MFT.
I don't know, just spitballing.
