You live a fascinating life. Or, you have the capacity to turn ordinary moments from your life into fascinating stories; and perhaps the latter is the true meaning of the former. It's not what you do with your life, but how skilful you are at weaving it into your narrative.

I rather suspect, given how the subject has long been treated in mythology and given how the courses of various people's lives who are and aren't skilled with this technique tend to go, that whatever force guides and watches over us is especially fond of weavers. They are, after all, exhibiting perhaps humankind's greatest gift, that which is closest to the gods' own power: creativity, making sense out of the void, light out of the shadows.

I particularly liked your description of your first childhood friend. I've had moments like that, if not the exact same experiences; they were usually conducted alone, but they had that feel. There's something that I recognise, in any case, in your words.