Tom and I

I want to take this time to talk about one of the most important things in the world to me. For the past couple of years I have become much closer to an old frined from high school, lets call him Tom. The interesting thing about Tom and I, is that our lives parallel. We love the same music, the same girls, the same tea, and clothes. We are both very introverted and have no idea how to "live". There are many more similarities as well but that would involve me giving name and being too specific. What I just want to say is that without him...I have no clue how I would have even begun to dig myself out of the hole im in. He is honest with me and puts up with me. He is also big enough to admit when he's wrong and brave enough to trust me.
I am writting this from his house and he is at work. The situation at my folks place is bad. When I had the breakdown and had to move back in, they were actually happy about it. But it has proved to be a nightmare. For awhile I would just spend the whole week at the house, only to hang out with Tom on the weekend. That was all that was keeping me going. Theres just something about a that town that makes me sick. I mean no disrespect to the people who live there. After all I grew up there. It just feels so dead. No one cares about going anywhere, everyones really monotone, all the buildings are bult without regard to aesthetics and there is no one around; no one my age. My parents idea of life is to work...all day except for maybe 2 hours before bed. All they talk about are the people from town or the next toy they will buy. Again, I dont want to seem like Im making fun of them, I just want to point out what bums me out so much. I hate that I can't just be happy anywhere with anyone.
Anyway, one day I was feeling really bad so I sent a message to an ex girlfriend (not Bucketta). My theraphist thought that I was just going from relationship to relationship because I didn't want to face myself. she thought I was still codependent on my mother. I knew that if I was going to break this cycle I couldn't keep going after girls but none the less, I felt so terrible that I mad contact with my ex. She listen to me talk on the phone and I didn't really feel like she cared much but talking to he rememinded me of a time when I was happy. Over the next couple of weeks we met up a few times and I began to develop some kind of longing to...be with her again in some compasity. She is Buddhist, as am I, but she is of a different sect called Soka Gakkai. Theyre philosophy is more extroverted and at that time it sounded very appealing. Once I was sceduled to meet up with her on a week day and I had driven an hour and a half to get there. When I got there she told me we would be meeting two of her guy friends from Soka. I was bummed. As I said before, I like to hang out with people one on one. But to my surprise I really enjoyed the guys company. I started attending meetings at the culture center in DC. Every new person I met I made sure I friended on facebook and got their number. Something was different about these people. Not only were they nice but they were really smart and reasonable. And the thing that got me the most was their follow up. They called me back. I now think of this simple gesture as one of the most important thing a friend can do. The more friends I met there the less relevant my friendship with my ex was, which was lucky because I soon found out that she had started seeing someone else.