My Life

Before getting all weird, I'd like to slip back into a more normal view of my life. Maybe if there is time I will find myself barking at the mythical baggage of self that I carry on my worn shoulders, but for now, my friends. I think friends give a better perspective into a person then the person's own thoughts on himself. The names have been shifted slightly to protect those targeted by my pen, and I apologize to you that I feel the need to write about. I also apologize to those I have nothing to say about. I am certain I will hear from both those absent from the scrolls of my life and those that are defiled by my account of who they are. Please forgive me for trying to describe who you are. Maybe you can use this as a growing experience and learn all of the faults that most people would never say to your face.

These are my friends. Some are from past experiences in life, previous places I've lived. Some are from now. And these are not in any specific order, unless you count the order I thought I could write about them sufficiently.

Mark is one of those people that you can get enough of only so soon. Like the icing on a cake, too much leaves you feeling sick to your stomach, but without it, something is definitely missing. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met. And he likes to let me know that he is one of the smartest people I have ever met. From anecdotes about the "Utopia Called Maryland" to useless little factoids about superglue, he loves to hear himself talk. But where would I be without him? Sitting at home all alone without any friends. I moved to a new school right before my junior year of high school. Leaving my old friends was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I should be used to it, having moved so many times in the life of a military child, but having everything you've grown accustomed to systematically removed is something I don't think anyone can handle. I was perfectly content to wait out the last two years of my high school experience wallowing in nostalgia and not making any friends that I would have to lose later. But Mark couldn't let me do that. I'm not quite sure why he felt the need to break me out of the shell I had so carefully built for myself, but he did. He cracked through the chinks in my armor and made me have fun once again. I'm not sure I can ever forgive him for the fun that I had and the pain that has ensued when all my friends left for college.

Jerry is one of those people that endlessly amuse me. He has this amazing propensity for finding bad luck, but his life is so interesting I can't help but take the bad luck he brings where ever he goes. Though not as smart as some of the other friends I surround myself with, he's smart enough to carry on an intelligent conversation with. He is smart in other ways, a kind of deep waxing poetic kind of smart. At least that is how it seems to me. Book smart he is not, but he makes up for it in morals and honor. We share the same basic tenets of beliefs in that respect.

I'm going to stop here with the friends... I might get back to them later. I hope to eventually give some anecdotes of our lives together.