over, aren’t you, Bro?” Joey asked as we walked back from the bathroom.
“Yeah, I suppose so. In some ways, I would never like it to end, Joey. You know, we all lose each other when this ends. When school ends. We all go our separate ways. It is the beginning of a new life. Some of us might come back here during the summers to see our families. But, if you think we will all be back here at the same time, or during the same period of time, you’re crazy, Joey. Things will change. We will change. We will meet new friends, find new places to hang out, and different things will become important to us,” I ran my hands through my hair as I responded in a defensive tone. Thinking of losing my friends made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
I looked at Joey as we walked, and continued, “The friends that we have now, they will be the best friends of our life. Our memories that we have now , they will be our most fond. I guarantee you, Joey. We will soon begin our next phase of life. Being responsible. Responsible for ourselves. Responsible to our relationships. And, ultimately, begin a family. Begin a new generation, an extension of ourselves. Become responsible fathers. And things change. Priorities change. We say they won’t. We want to hold on to this, but we can’t. Life begins. And these friendships, Joey, they will fade.”
“Dude, you are so fucking deep, and I totally don’t agr ee,” he said, shaking his head.
“Joey, ask yourself this; a re your mother or your father still friends with their high school classmates? I am sure they’re not. Think about it. Things change. And we are going to lose this. All of it. Time will pass. And. It’ll be gone,” I said with outstretched arms.
“You say that a lot, time will pass, time passes , you know?”
“I got it from my mother, you know that. It’s true. Time passes. Things change. It’s really the only assurance we have. And, I suppose, Joey, it’s about all we know for sure. Time will pass and things will change.” As we stepped to the table, the others looked up and stopped talking. We had obviously interrupted them from a conversation. Probably about sex. I pulled my hand from my pocket and looked at my watch. 12:00.
“Well, you guys about ready?” Adr ian asked.
I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on. “Yes, I’ve got to text Britney before class. I’m ready,” I reached into my inner coat pocket and got my phone.
“Well, holler at me tonight, Marc,” said Joey.
“See ya,”
“See, ya,”
“Alright,”
As I walked down the hallway, I sent a text message to Britney, making sure she was still able to meet after school. She immediately responded, texting me back a smiley face. I began to fill with thoughts of change. Time will pass, and things will change. Change is as inevitable as the tide. Things change. I placed my hand on my chest. Baboom…baboom…baboom.
Walking a way from the lunch room, I saw that two kids were arguing, shoving each other, and beginning to fight. All of the other kids began to gather around, wanting to see the fight. I have never been in a fight, nor do I care to be. I have come to believe that we become the sum of our experiences in life. We are not really individuals; we are assembled from a little bit of everyone that we encounter in life. I have carefully spent my life exposing myself to all of what is good. As a result, I am a good person. I have not, by choice, intentionally exposed myself to any of what life offers that is bad. My lack of diversity in life and lack of this exposure worried me sometimes. I would often lay and wonder what would I do, or how would I react, if I was ever exposed to something I did not have previous experience dealing with. I wanted the diversity, but I did not want the exposure. Being good, and surrounding myself with what was good, provided me with comfort. I was assembled of a thousand pieces of what is good, and as a result, I was, and always would be, good.
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“Yeah, I suppose so. In some ways, I would never like it to end, Joey. You know, we all lose each other when this ends. When school ends. We all go our separate ways. It is the beginning of a new life. Some of us might come back here during the summers to see our families. But, if you think we will all be back here at the same time, or during the same period of time, you’re crazy, Joey. Things will change. We will change. We will meet new friends, find new places to hang out, and different things will become important to us,” I ran my hands through my hair as I responded in a defensive tone. Thinking of losing my friends made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
I looked at Joey as we walked, and continued, “The friends that we have now, they will be the best friends of our life. Our memories that we have now , they will be our most fond. I guarantee you, Joey. We will soon begin our next phase of life. Being responsible. Responsible for ourselves. Responsible to our relationships. And, ultimately, begin a family. Begin a new generation, an extension of ourselves. Become responsible fathers. And things change. Priorities change. We say they won’t. We want to hold on to this, but we can’t. Life begins. And these friendships, Joey, they will fade.”
“Dude, you are so fucking deep, and I totally don’t agr ee,” he said, shaking his head.
“Joey, ask yourself this; a re your mother or your father still friends with their high school classmates? I am sure they’re not. Think about it. Things change. And we are going to lose this. All of it. Time will pass. And. It’ll be gone,” I said with outstretched arms.
“You say that a lot, time will pass, time passes , you know?”
“I got it from my mother, you know that. It’s true. Time passes. Things change. It’s really the only assurance we have. And, I suppose, Joey, it’s about all we know for sure. Time will pass and things will change.” As we stepped to the table, the others looked up and stopped talking. We had obviously interrupted them from a conversation. Probably about sex. I pulled my hand from my pocket and looked at my watch. 12:00.
“Well, you guys about ready?” Adr ian asked.
I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on. “Yes, I’ve got to text Britney before class. I’m ready,” I reached into my inner coat pocket and got my phone.
“Well, holler at me tonight, Marc,” said Joey.
“See ya,”
“See, ya,”
“Alright,”
As I walked down the hallway, I sent a text message to Britney, making sure she was still able to meet after school. She immediately responded, texting me back a smiley face. I began to fill with thoughts of change. Time will pass, and things will change. Change is as inevitable as the tide. Things change. I placed my hand on my chest. Baboom…baboom…baboom.
Walking a way from the lunch room, I saw that two kids were arguing, shoving each other, and beginning to fight. All of the other kids began to gather around, wanting to see the fight. I have never been in a fight, nor do I care to be. I have come to believe that we become the sum of our experiences in life. We are not really individuals; we are assembled from a little bit of everyone that we encounter in life. I have carefully spent my life exposing myself to all of what is good. As a result, I am a good person. I have not, by choice, intentionally exposed myself to any of what life offers that is bad. My lack of diversity in life and lack of this exposure worried me sometimes. I would often lay and wonder what would I do, or how would I react, if I was ever exposed to something I did not have previous experience dealing with. I wanted the diversity, but I did not want the exposure. Being good, and surrounding myself with what was good, provided me with comfort. I was assembled of a thousand pieces of what is good, and as a result, I was, and always would be, good.
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