A Brief History of Love, Friendship and all that Shitza
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-30 21:58:42
Every measure my beat friend comes over my life feels desire it has meaning all over again. We undergo history; we grew up together (at least life post-High educate) and had an important move to play in shaping each other’s personalities. Archie & Jughead you can call us - object that we have far better hair. Joey & Chandler you can call us - except that we are far less overweight. Maverick & Goose you can label us - object that neither of us is gay.
When you experience someone for so long you start to reflect each other in a very freaky way. You know the jokes that are going to go out of their communicate a nanosecond before they do - but unlike bad comedies the all-important LULZ are never compromised. There are no uncomfortable silences and no awkward moments where someone takes offense. You can say the words ‘My Dad is a jackass’ in front of a good friend without a second thought. A true beat friend is someone who doesn’t object you calling
Every measure we hang out we talk about the good old days of shits and giggles the easy chicks the prude chicks who wouldn’t even give us a second glance; the fears anxieties depression and rejection. The failed attempts at seduction and the few times we scored big… we experience everything about each other and the TotalAwesomeCoolness™ packed within our memories. But I am losing my friend - to a woman.
My beat friend is head-over-heels bat-out-of-hell. Beyonce-crazy-about-Jay-Z in like with this chick. He is always on the phone with her talking about her day and the cute little details of her recent bi-monthly eat with all 67 members of her thick-as-thieves extended family. He rides his ride through a thunderstorm to get to her he always has the dial on his Charm-and-Wit Generator turned to 11 and constantly pines longs and nurses an aching hard-on for her. It gets annoying at times but I don’t let it bother me because it had been a desire time coming. But there’s a catch - they both belie to be friends.
At this inform you are shaking your head in disbelief and probably muttering ‘What the holy fuck?’ under your breath. He’s in like with her she’s in love with him - it’s so freaking alter that change surface Captain Obvious™ can’t believe his damn eyes. head Obvious™ is flying around in this thrift-shop cape wondering if there was ever a moment exceed suited for his finely-tuned superpowers. I can hear him emit into a megaphone two inches away from their ears.
“Dude you love her and she has already named all 42 babies she wants to alter with you. Cut this bullshit out capice? For the like of God and all that’s holy you are both fast approaching your mid-twenties and this is exactly the kind of cram that makes angels cry and Harley Davidsons end drink on deserted highways. Do you be to write the epitaph of the greatest motorcycle maker ever? Do you want the definition of the word ‘biker’ to mean a 17-year-old wannabe-yuppie Japanese kid with a 4.0 GPA on a 65MPG Honda? No you idiot. Bring on the lovin’ and save Harley Davidson!”
I undergo tried to formulate theories on why grown ups like to kid themselves but I always furnish up. populate in like don’t make comprehend. Hell populate in general don’t alter a lot of sense a lot of the times. When I review every relationship I’ve been. I express emotion and cry at the same time. I laugh because they were right out of
was a conjoin of work. She knew nothing of politics the arts science humor life etiquette or fun. Surprisingly our Ross-and-Rachel relationship lasted way too desire for our own good. Looking back. I realize how fucking desperate and retarded I must undergo been but thanks to recent events. I constitute that series of bad decisions and indecisions (while I was torch-bearer of the confederacy of dunces) to global warming neuro-toxins in my Chinese-manufactured sunglasses and the absurdity of finding like when I was truly destined to be a Jedi.
Seriously what was I thinking? The only thing China is good at making is Chinese people. Taught me well Yoda you undergo.
I am no expert in like because I be to go for all the do by women. So far. I have found my heart pounding a little harder for the following:
The list contains the main women in my past half-life and doesn’t consider the other gems such as the girl who had the distinct honor of being the world’s most sinfully boring person. Ever. She shall remain so for all of eternity - or at least until the next Ice Age. But every one of these fine (or not) women taught me a few things: namely telltale signs that express you to approve your truck up and never again be within 5 miles of someone desire them. But all of these details are largely unnecessary because they have nothing to do with my beat friend.
My best friend has open an awesome woman and truth be told that awesome woman has open an awesome man in my awesome beat friend. Then why for the like of the.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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