2004-06-01
who are these people?
Social comparison serves no purpose but to mold your own personality for others to compare themselves to. People you come across in life are only a miniscule, but significant aspect of who are to become, for you begin fusing their personalities together unconsciously, creating your own distinctive qualities, unique only to yourself.
Lee. -- We have been through many things, you and I, in the course of our ongoing four-year friendship. You fucking your older man (6 times, if I may add), and me ignoring you for fucking your older man 6 times. But still we endure all we can -- good times, bad times; highest HIGHS (cough cough), and the lowest lows. This is a true test of our friendship. One that I trust will survive one year after another.
Ari. -- What is this shit? Oh, it's just my sister. Please forgive her, she knows not what she does. Or says. Or even drinks, sometimes. But she is family, and so it is my duty to implore you to excuse her behavior. Now please give her back her shoes. And her virginity, if you can find it. She has been frantically trying to retrieve it.
Rie. -- You and I are infinitely linked together on some higher level of intellect, whether you would like to admit it or not. Contrary to popular belief, great minds do not think alike. One mind just simply tries to imitate the other. We will have to figure out who is who at a later period.
Rene. -- Who are you, and what are you doing in my car? Get the fuck out! Wha... you say I came on my own free will? Bullocks! You begged and begged and begged for a ride, you self-seeking bitch, you! You do not deserve my friendship. One with my mental aptitude should not socialize with one whose vocabulary frequently reverts back to milkshakes, magic sticks, and pimp juice. But no, I take you back, always due to the pity you generate, repeatedly divulging only to me your boyfriend's latest act of infidelity. Do I care? To a certain extent, yes, but my patience waxes thin. I will take you home, but you must walk yourself up the hill to your beautiful mountain house alone.
Lin. -- Woman, we must not forget our pact. At thirty, we are to wed. But not just any simple wedding. No, no, my dear. It will be something you will never forget. I will invite all your ex-flings, all your former flames, all your crushed crushes. Then, in front of them all, you will devote yourself to me. At that moment everyone, including you, my love, will realize that you are bound to me, and me alone. This marriage will not be one-sided though, I assure you. You bring your lifeguarding skills and a few of your friends, and simultaneously we will make the sweet sounds of an orchestral symphony, signifying the advent of your Superman, leaping tall buildings, coming faster than speeding bullets. You will be grateful for me, love.
Sai. -- Prove me wrong, my dear girl. Work your magic on the men you call inferior and show me what you achieve. Women hold the power, do they? You must demonstrate this to me. Only when you have your first toy licking caviar between your toes will I crown you the champion. Until then, your thesis proves false, and men will forever rule the world.
Thel. -- Wisecracking jester that you are, I know the pain that lies beneath, for I, too, experience it daily. But you, you cover it skillfully, displaying instead your sarcasm and dark wit hoping none will discern the harsh, broken mentality that you possess. Keep working with it, woman. The running man will serve you well.
Ken. -- There is no attraction there. At least, that is the conclusion I have reached, for I cannot understand what draws me to you uncontrollably. Could it be your long, flowing blonde hair? Piercing blue eyes? Flawless facial features? No, for you are not Orlando Bloom, nay, Legolas. You are Ken. And you are all I crave.
Son. -- The fancy name does not suit your reputation well, I must tell you now. Nonetheless, there is not much else I can complain of. Other than the fact that you have been hitting on Ari, you dizzy, perverse little boy. Are you not aware that I share her blood? Are you not further aware that your blood will be mine if anything you do should harm her physically, emotionally, spiritually, or otherwise? Choose your words carefully. Maybe your fingers will not end up on my towel rack.
I will continue this anon for my muse has left me with nothing but repeats of past lives left unfulfilled.
tipsydrunk at 10:49 P.M.
