In my 25 years, I've made lots of friends. All at different times of my life, and probably over different reasons, but in general it has happened the same way. Meet a person, be friendly, talk to them, enjoy time together and have more and more fun the more you see each other. Soon one day you're calling this new acquaintance a friend.
But this week: this week changes the way social skills work, how they're developed and how to put them to use. See, this week, I get to meet one of my friends. Yes, you read that right. The DOC is a miraculous place where people understand diabetes and since diabetes affects everything, I've grown close to many of these people. And I feel like I know many of them. I've even gotten presents before.
When I met Mer, I thought she was cool and I wanted to talk to her more. And then we kept talking and talking and talking and eventually twitter couldn't even handle us and we asked if we should exchange phone numbers on the same day. We share a brain, and this weekend, double diabetic power comes to life, IN REAL LIFE. My mother asked me if I was nervous. I mean, I should be, because I'm traveling to stay with a person I've never met, except that the DOC has powers beyond real life. So I'm not nervous. I'm excited. I am nervous about bringing everything I need, and my hat not getting crushed in the suitcase, and not crying going through security. But actually meeting her, nah, I'm not nervous.