There are these people...

There are these people.

It’s a huge group of people. A small conference of them. They’re pretty hard to describe because they’re all so different. I don’t even know all of them, and I may never.

Some of them are horrible to me, but the ones I actually know are indescribable. They’re so varied that sometimes I wondered how in the world they all managed to not only get along, but to live together in one place in relative peace and harmony.

Some of them are smart, some are young. Some are short, one of them is scarily tall. Some are old, some are male, some are female, and at least one of them switches between the two. They’re colorful in their reds, greens, blues, blacks, and whites. Their words are precious to me now, because it’s rare that I manage to hear them.

They are my friends, some of them - the ones who are nice, the ones I know. Even the ones who are mean can become a friend, if they can ever pass beyond the cruelties of their words. I’ve whiled my hours away with these people, I grew up with many of them. I consider two of them as close as sisters, others as closed as children.

They’ve saved me in so many ways, and I didn’t know it for so long. But now I do, and they all know how grateful I am. I’ve told them, so many times.

I wish that I could meet them in real life. I wish we could all sit down together and actually be ourselves together in the real world. It will never happen - it can’t happen. But the times I have had with them I hold very close and very dear.

These people are special, no matter what.

They are unspeakably amazing.