Just as the last one, if you don't care, are going to ridicule me, or over sympathize, gtfo of my journal.
Today, I write of the friend who has stood by me for 13 very long years. A best friend whom has been there for some of the best and worst moments of my life. A friend whom of which I hope dies a slow an painful death, but want to be there with him to comfort him through it all.
Let me start with the beginning-- a classic "boy meets girl and pushes her onto the trampoline." We met at his fourth birthday party. I had just turned three at the time. his little sister was to be born in two weeks time, and my little brother was just turning 8 months old. Our moms were in a book club, and decided to introduce their kids.
From what I remember, he and I had that "you like the same color as me so we're best friends now" thing going. That lasted for like, eight years. Until like, I grew boobs and his testicles dropped and we had a whole new set of problems.
First kisses were given, first... lots of things.
Until like, when he took my virginity, he realized he "didn't want to make that emotional commitment again."
Which lasted through the relationship of my first boyfriend after he and I had broken up however, I must have had a musk about me that turned his horn up.
My best friend is a spoiled, rotten, selfish, closed-minded, arrogant, narcissistic a*****e. He is a manipulator, man-whore, and a self-proclaimed expert on religion and politics. He is a qualified genius, and has an Adonis-like appearance to him. And he knows it. His family worships him as a prodigy, and is wealthy enough to fund any educational goals he wishes. And he abuses it.
Let me explain a few things to you, my readers. My best friend has had several girlfriends in his 17 years of life, and has had sex at least once with each of them, and got away with it. And by got away, I mean his parents were too blinded by their shining golden boy to see what was going on. Ooooh, until they saw it with their own eyes. And you know what they did? God forbid their son Sun do something against what they have planned for him. They blamed his girlfriend for seducing him into doing "undesirable things." And he went along with it.
We went to a charity for homeless people at a church once, he did nothing but b***h and moan the whole time about how stupid god was, and when someone approached him about it, he said that it was just stupid to believe in something that made no sense, the basis of the building that we were standing in was stupid, and that everyone working there but us were completely illogical. We had to leave.
His grandfather had to get skin cancer removed and was in the hospital for a few days, all of which my friend did nothing but talk about "how much it hurt" to see his grandfather incapacitated like that.
My dad was in the hospital getting surgery one day and I had to go stay at his house because I couldn't handle going to school and he came home from school as I was in the kitchen, and he approached me and asked "So you stayed home today because of your dad?" I couldn't talk, so I nodded. He responded with "Lucky. Why couldn't you just suck it up and go to school? I would."
He and his best friends are all clones. They dress the same, think the same, tell the same jokes with the same mentality about their hilarity. They watch the same TV shows, listen to the same music, are all fortunate wealth-wise, and have a fine and happy dandy family. I am the only friend he has who is not like him at all. My dad is dieing, my mom works two jobs, I have a little brother to get to his sports things, feed, and tutor. I'm an Independent, and believe that you should do something because its right, not because you want to go to heaven or because you want to please God-- you should do it so it can help the world.
My best friend is convinced I'm illogical and wrong because he can't fathom the concept.
He is convinced that because I eat reheated mac 'nd cheese for dinner sometimes, that I am "lower class." And he pities me.
But you guys want to know the absolute worst part of it all?
I will always be there.
He will always have me. We've been friends for 13 years, and I've stuck by his side for all of those years... and thats not likely to ever change. My theory is, the whole reason he treats me the way he does is because he thinks I will always be there, and I'm there to stay. No matter how dirty and rotten he is to me, I will always be there like a loyal puppy.
Well, guess what, I can't wait to prove him wrong.
To prove to him that he is not above me, that he can't hold his head so high and expect me to bow to him.
Because I won't.
I just have no idea how to do that to him.
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