Much of the meaning of life is friends, making new friends is fun (and important). As I and that which isn’t I change, I drift away from old friends and towards new ones. Most people only notice the first bit, and I think that’s very sad, if you’re one of those people you should try really hard new friends (such as myself), doing so before you lose the meaning of life is much easier.
So invite anyone to try and befriend me. A friend is quite a broad definition. Some of my friends are people I see in the real world very often, others I have a call with weekly, yet others I may only see for a couple of weeks every year, but engage with very intensely.
I identify as a fleeting moment of the as-of-yet-unabstractable things which compose panconsciousness bounded in such a way as to give rise to time, location, intensity, and valence. But I (and most other people) usually think of me as a 27-year-old male hominid.
You can read more about me in my biography.
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