E Komo Mai

a brief photo journal of yet another tangentially significant life form.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

My Goldfish Friend

I want to go here, there, anywhere
With you, without you, but preferrably with.

With friends like these, who needs goldfish?

9 comments:

At 11:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i am left utterly confused.
maybe you should think about getting a shark?

 
At 5:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

2 is better then 1

 
At 8:09 PM, Blogger Uncle Sy, said...

To my dear friend Mr. Lakewood Shm*ck,
why don't you stay away from normal people's blogs, you loony tune.

 
At 10:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice to hear from you again!
(I agree with you Uncle SY!)

 
At 4:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What? Who leaves comments on your blog with bad words as their screen name. I forbid it.

 
At 5:32 AM, Blogger Raizel Weinbaum said...

Did you write that?
It sounds like a poem from Conroy's class.

 
At 2:27 PM, Blogger nahama said...

hmm thanks for the support!

this poem is a commentary on friendships in my particular social circle.

here's a premise (let me know if this is true):
if one gets married and does not contact/feel the same about their friends, then those friends were "goldfish" or "freezer" (another poem?) friends... finally uncovering one's habit of using other people to fill an emotional/social void and calling it "friendship".

i hope tp be proved wrong...

 
At 3:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

unfortunately you are correct

 
At 10:20 PM, Blogger refining self said...

Everyone uses everyone to attempt to heal their childhood wounds. See Harville Hendrix's "Getting the Love You Want." Phd, of course.

 

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