11 November 2025, Chicago, IL — Blogpost
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My Dear,
I happened to be walking in the late afternoon thinking about my friends. Many aren’t the most ideal, I must admit. I would say I have one really good friend; I’m well aware that isn’t something to scoff about, most people don’t have even that. I just never see him—he lives in San Francisco and rarely do either of us have the money to visit. We met while I was living in Pittsburgh, and it was a tough time for both of us. I had just left a rather abusive relationship and he was struggling with his partner and work. We just clicked and it went on from there. He’s like an older brother to me—and I’m incredibly fortunate for him.
However, the other friends I have in and around Chicago are difficult. I often send good morning texts to them (I do this with my friend in SF too) and they may or may not reply. I am often the first to make plans, and when we do hangout it’s me keeping up the conversation. I have a difficult time meeting people despite being a canvasser for my day job. I feel terribly inadequate and almost like an irritant to others when I ask to meet. Objectively, I have much to offer—a keen eye for the arts, talent in multiple fields, intelligence, humor and wit—but I never seem to believe it’s enough. Maybe it’s time I reach out to some new people and attempt to build a friendship. It’s probably better than venting on tumblr.
With Love,
Béliveau.












