JNightshade
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I have a best friend. I mean a best friend. Not just someone who you know very well, or agree with about everything. Someone you're so inexplicably close to that you know how they think, that you'd take a bullet for them, that you're more like brothers than friends. His name is James, and he lives in Switzerland.
Now, on Friday, a friend of mine walked up to me in school and said "James is here. We're paintballing with him this afternoon. Bring forty bucks." Lo and behold, after school, there he is! I hadn't seen him for a year and a half, and he's still the same old James.
Well, he only stayed for a night, but we had a blast. We dominated in Paintball, then went back to a friend's house and combined Adderall, Super Smash Bros, some old SNL DVDs, diet coke, and philosophizing for maximum awesomeness. We never went to bed. It's 8:58 at night on a saturday as I write this, and I've been awake for over 36 hours straight.
So, you're probably asking, "why am I writing all this?" Well, we took him back to the airport at about noon today, and I had to say goodbye. And now... now I don't even know what to say. I'd forgotten how good it is. He's like my brother. Just getting to chill with him was the best thing I've done in a year, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do, now that he's on his way back to Switzerland. I feel awful, 'cause I know there's a very good chance that I'm not going to see him again until we graduate and he comes back to the States for college. I feel like crap, because we only had a day to catch up, to make up for all the shit we've missed.
And yet, most of all, I feel... privileged. In my school, I'm friends with almost everyone, but good friends with almost none. For some reason, nobody is quite right, and I don't feel comfortable among many. But man... I'd forgotten how it is with James. As stupid as it sounds, yesterday/last night/today was probably the best time I can remember.
So... yeah. I just needed to get that off my chest and onto the web.
Now, on Friday, a friend of mine walked up to me in school and said "James is here. We're paintballing with him this afternoon. Bring forty bucks." Lo and behold, after school, there he is! I hadn't seen him for a year and a half, and he's still the same old James.
Well, he only stayed for a night, but we had a blast. We dominated in Paintball, then went back to a friend's house and combined Adderall, Super Smash Bros, some old SNL DVDs, diet coke, and philosophizing for maximum awesomeness. We never went to bed. It's 8:58 at night on a saturday as I write this, and I've been awake for over 36 hours straight.
So, you're probably asking, "why am I writing all this?" Well, we took him back to the airport at about noon today, and I had to say goodbye. And now... now I don't even know what to say. I'd forgotten how good it is. He's like my brother. Just getting to chill with him was the best thing I've done in a year, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do, now that he's on his way back to Switzerland. I feel awful, 'cause I know there's a very good chance that I'm not going to see him again until we graduate and he comes back to the States for college. I feel like crap, because we only had a day to catch up, to make up for all the shit we've missed.
And yet, most of all, I feel... privileged. In my school, I'm friends with almost everyone, but good friends with almost none. For some reason, nobody is quite right, and I don't feel comfortable among many. But man... I'd forgotten how it is with James. As stupid as it sounds, yesterday/last night/today was probably the best time I can remember.
So... yeah. I just needed to get that off my chest and onto the web.