B., a former classmate in grade school, high school, and college, visited me today. There was something he needed from me. This was the first time I saw him in maybe 25 or 30 years. I thought that I would be annoyed because he was taking time I should have been spending painting, but, I was wrong. I enjoyed his company immensely. It was like having my own brother come over. We had a pleasant conversation, during which I felt comfortable just being myself and not having to explain anything to him.