I am Robert Stephen Co, the guy who introduces himself every week on the first page of his Journal; and I have a serious question I would like to ask everyone reading this book a question you might or might not have thought for yourself.

What is friendship?

I have heard explanations and ambiguous rationalizations from (1) people you regularly talk to and feel comfortable with to (2) acquaintances whom you can say the deepest and most personal thoughts in your heart that even your blood relatives do not know.

Anyways, I have seen people be broken and crushed by losing these friendships to dilemmas, and difficult choices because of how much they value these relationships. Some deny that they have friends, but they constantly acquaint themselves to online people, which they may admit it or not, looks like social interactions that we can consider friendships. 

And although I know that I am not the only one, I feel like there is no specific group of people I can call my friends, online or offline. which may be the reason why I would like to discuss on this journal rational egoism that may be applied on the situation I am trying to portray now.

To people who know me that may be reading this journal, please do not misunderstand, the way I jump from one group of people to another, talk to different kinds of people, and prefer a specific group than another on specific occasions make me believe that there must be a rational reason why I do not attach myself with people that much.

And while I do feel emotions, and while I am most acquainted (a) to a group of individualists from my highschool, (b) and groups of people with the same values as me, I still acknowledge that their relationship with one another is closer than me with them, and I do not feel anything (neither a little bit) sad o uncomfortable about that. 

Last Tuesday, two people from this (a) individualist group from our high school in Kawit visited my house with very little notice (see cover of the book). We played board games and card games that I have not been playing since there is no one I cannot play with, and then talked about different things while enjoying sharing stories and cracking jokes.

But it was just an ordinary day, something that I would share and do with anyone, defeating the first definition of friendship that was mentioned in the first page of this journal.