Meeting people is easy

Random thought of the day: how often must we come into close proximity with people who end up some time later becoming a good friend or an important part of our lives? In bars, in the street, probably even in motorway service stations. It’s weird to think that some of my best friends were at the same festivals as me before I knew them, and we probably passed each other completely oblivious. It’s as if we only ever come into existence for each other when something happens to make the relationship close in more than just spatial terms.

(Note to self: think out loud less, to avoid scaring off readers.)