The Ocean of My Being

Whenever a friend of mine shares a problem with me, I would imagine myself in the same situation. I would usually try to look at things the way I think my friend would. I would write about it. And, sometimes, I would write as that friend, meaning I would write the thoughts of such friend, based on the things s/he shared, as if they were my own. A few of my close friends know this about me and one or two would usually expect me to write as themselves whenever they share problems with me. One of them even told me that my showing her the piece I wrote, as her, about something that was bothering her helped her. She said that it was better than getting advice, which, according to her, can sometimes be stupid. Oh-kay. I have a good friend who just recently shared with me how she felt about being her father’s daughter with “the other woman.” I’ve always admired this friend of mine for her strength. She’s the type of person who’s always happy and confident. A lot of people say she’s sunshi