I'm not talking about those who I admire but they were born way before me, I'm talking about the actual friends I managed to make in real life.
I've always been a really lonely and asocial person, I prefered solitude since as long as I can remember and talking to people was really boring to me, I could only have interesting conversations with a handful of people and they were always way older than me so they didn't really befriend me. I was used to my friendless existence and it never bothered me.
When I turned 10 my parents started giving me more freedom to leave the house and just go out alone, so I started going to a museum almost every day (I'm Italian so it's a world-famous museum, that's why I don't mention the name), there I met a man, let's called him Alessandro. He was 57yo and he had an important position in the museum (he was in charge of one of the collections), he saw me going every day so he eventually started talking to me, we had the same taste and opinions so he genuinely enjoyed talking to me, he even told me that my knowledge of art was impressive and if it wasn't for my age he would have thought that I studied history of art at university, after that we would go out together, we would go to nice restaurants, to visit other museums together, etc. I even met his wife and he was kind enough to take me to many cultural events that I couldn't have attended if it wasn't for him.
By the time I was 12 I visited Norway with my parents and sister, there I met a 64yo man named Karl. He was basically a brother of the soul for me, we had so many things in common. My parents got to know him so they allowed me to maintain a friendship with him. His children never visited him and his friends were too old to go out, unlike him who still had A LOT of energy, so he was a lonely soul too. We were both quite wealthy so we had so much fun travelling together, we were both huge opera lovers so we spent so much time at theatres, we would even sing together. We used to ski together in Norway, and he started to spend the summer in Italy so I introduced him to Alessandro and they became friends too.
They were my best friends in the world, I have so many precious memories with them, I remember Alessandro showing me the stored pieces of art that weren't on exhibition, also walking in the woods with Karl and composing music with him, he also taught me many different things. Ironically, Alessandro died first, I was 14 when it happened, he had a heart condition, it broke my heart, a bit more of a year later, Karl died too. Since then I kept being a lonely soul, alone in the world, I'm 23 now and I don't really want or need any new friends but I missed them a lot, and I'm grateful for having the honour of calling them my friends
I could share so many of the things we did together but I don't want this to be too long. I wanted to share this here, and maybe some of you even have similar experiences.
I've always been a really lonely and asocial person, I prefered solitude since as long as I can remember and talking to people was really boring to me, I could only have interesting conversations with a handful of people and they were always way older than me so they didn't really befriend me. I was used to my friendless existence and it never bothered me.
When I turned 10 my parents started giving me more freedom to leave the house and just go out alone, so I started going to a museum almost every day (I'm Italian so it's a world-famous museum, that's why I don't mention the name), there I met a man, let's called him Alessandro. He was 57yo and he had an important position in the museum (he was in charge of one of the collections), he saw me going every day so he eventually started talking to me, we had the same taste and opinions so he genuinely enjoyed talking to me, he even told me that my knowledge of art was impressive and if it wasn't for my age he would have thought that I studied history of art at university, after that we would go out together, we would go to nice restaurants, to visit other museums together, etc. I even met his wife and he was kind enough to take me to many cultural events that I couldn't have attended if it wasn't for him.
By the time I was 12 I visited Norway with my parents and sister, there I met a 64yo man named Karl. He was basically a brother of the soul for me, we had so many things in common. My parents got to know him so they allowed me to maintain a friendship with him. His children never visited him and his friends were too old to go out, unlike him who still had A LOT of energy, so he was a lonely soul too. We were both quite wealthy so we had so much fun travelling together, we were both huge opera lovers so we spent so much time at theatres, we would even sing together. We used to ski together in Norway, and he started to spend the summer in Italy so I introduced him to Alessandro and they became friends too.
They were my best friends in the world, I have so many precious memories with them, I remember Alessandro showing me the stored pieces of art that weren't on exhibition, also walking in the woods with Karl and composing music with him, he also taught me many different things. Ironically, Alessandro died first, I was 14 when it happened, he had a heart condition, it broke my heart, a bit more of a year later, Karl died too. Since then I kept being a lonely soul, alone in the world, I'm 23 now and I don't really want or need any new friends but I missed them a lot, and I'm grateful for having the honour of calling them my friends
I could share so many of the things we did together but I don't want this to be too long. I wanted to share this here, and maybe some of you even have similar experiences.
