My friends

How many blogs you can write before you run out of ideas? I am so tired of blabbing about my personal issues that I have to find other sources to blog. So I decide to open an alternative thread to blog about my friend. All the names will be fake, as I create new names as I like, in an alphabetic order. So let me start with Amsol.
Amsol is one of my best friends. He is humorous and laid-back. He is one of the people I can easily talk to and never run out of topics and points. A total liberal himself, he transformed my worldview a lot in the past several years from a semi-conservative to a die-hard liberal. In my mind, he is a perfect dad type, adventurous and kind, open-minded and full of love. Looking at his son growing up to be a great kid, I am happy. Just like a magic, you see his family thriving, not in a way free of problem, but in a way that they are high-spirited and deal with everything with a smile. In comparison to those other couples in the department, who were most uptight and tried hard to fit into the stereotype of being a good husband and wife, I see Amsol and his wife as the model family I am striving to live in in the future. Too bad that I do not have their optimistic way facing the life, and I have admiration for them.
Brey is a very different type in comparison. He is still single, and still try to find ways to navigate through the river called life. Recently he got into some long-distance relationship that tired him out. I wonder it really worths the effort to begin with. But hey, who can blame the passion, which I lack due to too much rational calculation. He is a good cook, and often inviting me for dinner or lunch with luxurious ingredents, like New York Steak. When he paid for that, he never blinked eyes, even when he was in deep debt. Depressive sometime, but cheerful at others. If I have to use one word to describe him, I will say "good-natured". I say it in a value-neutral way, but I have to admit that his good nature sometimes put himself in a bad position because people would take advantage of it without him realizing it. Am I one of those? I tried not to be and always conscious about it, but I will let the time to judge.
One last thing I want to say before I close this blog and wait for another day to continue blogging about my friends. The difference between Amsol and Brey. If I told tham that i am depressed or had a bad experience, Amsol will give me some suggestions on how to deal with it or put it into perspective, but Brey would start blabbing his own problems, sometimes even worse than mine. Strange enough, both of them will put me at ease and go on to have a good day. My problem? What problem?