Act One: Political Career
Woe is me.
I was all prepped and psyched to run for Minister of Communications in my student council this year. I thought it would be an interesting job. Make a website, write some news articles, no big deal. Sadly, this was not the case. This election wasn’t going to be as cut and dry as I expected. Brian Maloney is also running for Minister of Communications, as is Brian Coulton and some other chick.
I was prepared to make posters with comics on them - as Binkle suggested - and post them around the school, but now I’ve lost the motivation. I get so bored with things so easily. Instead, I’ve considered dropping out of the running, and just letting the two Brians ram heads with that other chick. I don’t know. It’s difficult to say. It all depends on how early I finish my history essay tomorrow.
So much homework. I just remembered that my religion reflection paper is due next week. I haven’t even gotten the outline for it yet. Man, I’m screwed.
Act Two: Writing Stuff
Still trying to work out the short story starring Caleb, Jenn, Binkle, Amy and Andrew. If I threw Dean in there somehow, I might be able to simply parallel true life events as they occur. Caleb and Dean are at odds right now. Their love for a certain woman has turned their lives bittersweet, and killed the friendship as it once stood.
I know the feeling. I’ve been there. My situation is a bit different though. Caleb houses a passionate rage towards Dean, and Dean seems to be having a tough time getting past it. Harder than me actually. I talked to Andrew and Amy about things for a while, and then eventually just shut up about it. Dean is clinging to Caleb like some sort of leach, and he seems to want to be with Caleb more than the femme fatale. I find that so absolutely bizarre. You think Dean would backstab Caleb to get the girl or something. I’m not saying he should. I’m saying it’d be some sort of primal instinct.
In addition to this short story, I’ve also thought of this concept for a “coming of age, teen drama” that I’m sure could be sold to Fox and end up being the next “OC” or “That 70’s Show”. Kind of a basic premise, but I haven’t really worked out anything with it. I’ll probably lose interest in it again soon…we’ll see.
Act Three: What’s The Cost of Friendship?
Looking at the situation between Caleb and Dean, and the situation between Binkle, Andrew and I has made me ask a lot of questions. What is the cost of friendship? What does friendship even mean anymore? When people say ‘friends forever’, do they really believe it?
Caleb and Dean were the best of friends, until a girl came between them. Love is a finicky thing, and can devestate entire countries in its passionate fits. Because of this one situation, Caleb and Dean are splitting apart. Their friendship has ended. It’s all over. I don’t understand it.
Consider Andrew and myself. During the summer, the girl that came between us was Amy. She made her choice, Andrew made his, and I made several which turned out to be poor ones. A freak arrangement of bad luck and equally bad timing landed me firmly in the loser seat of the whole situation. Or so I thought…In the following months, when Amy started acting like a real bitch, I began to wonder exactly what it was that I saw in her. At first, her bubbly socialite personality was appealing, but then it disappeared. She was like Satan luring you in by pretending he was Jesus (although I must state for the record that I find neither Satan nor Jesus sexually appealing in any way). Now Andrew and I rarely do stuff together, and he always acts so bizarre around me. I’ve talked to him about how I like other girls now - I figured he still thought I liked Amy - yet the awkwardness still persists. I also mentionned how I think Dianne likes him, and now he seems to be showing off in math class. But that’s another story (and maybe Melissa can provide insight on this).
Consider Amy, Binkle and me. We were close, in the sense that we used to do stuff all the time. It never seemed like Amy really liked Binkle. We went to the movies once, and she shared her brownies with me, but ignored Binkle’s request for a bite. She always was grossed out by his humourous antics where he would put his feet up on you and treat you as a foot stool. He always seemed to be a match to her tempermental powderkeg. And it isn’t like he was trying either. Binkle is just Binkle. Live with it, or don’t. She chose not to. In fact, she seems to dislike both Binkle and I to the highest measure possible. I don’t really know why, and I imagine we’ll never know. In a few months, Binkle wont care. I might have to put up with her for another year…
Now, consider Binkle and Andrew.
If you look at the friendship of our little triad, there is an interesting pattern. In Grade School, when Binkle first moved to our town, I became good friends with him. In fact, I began to hang out with him more than my original group of friends. Then, Andrew came. Andrew and Binkle became really good friends. In fact, there was one summer where Binkle spent most of his time at Andrew’s house, and I rarely saw him. Until Grade Nine, I don’t think I had ever been inside Andrew’s house.
But anyway, in high school, I became good friends with Andrew. Binkle stayed good friends with Andrew. Everyone was happy. But then…good God, what happened? Now, Binkle hates Andrew with a passion. Our friendship is in shambles. The only reason we treat eachother civily seems to be on account of some lie we are all content to live. It’s bizarre, and I can’t quite figure it out.
Andrew and Binkle will be on the same university campus next year. Odds are, they wont see eachother, or keep in touch in any way. In fact, I think within a few months, our friendships will have fallen apart entirely. Completely decimated.
This is why I question what friendship really is. Are we merely kidding ourselves? Has it been some six year joke that we throw away and pretend we didn’t enjoy it? I don’t know…I just don’t know. I wonder why we even both to live the lie. Is it simply for the right to bitch and moan about something? Add a bit of flavour to our lives? Conflict?
Gah…its just…madness.