Sometimes, despite your best efforts, friendships die. |
It's a weird feeling realizing you're not who you used to be anymore Time: the cosmetic surgeon of the soul Nipping here, tucking there changing who you are. Denny's is the oddest place to make self-realizations. But sitting around a table with a friend you knew from highschool can do that to you. How's it been? Great, you? If cliché was a razor, this conversation would be a scalpel. The words came out sterile O.R. doctors and the nod/nurses prepped the table for the operation. How's work? Not working. Beep. Beep. The heartbeat of your old friendship still in good shape at this point. Never did like working, did he? Game design school was his calling games were his life. How about School? Withdrew. Beep Beep. Beep Beep. More nod/nurses enter the room, needed to stop the bleeding issuing forth out of the gash that appeared in the heart. Oh? Whatcha doin then? Nothing really. BeepBeepBeepBeepBeep. Apathy and sanctimony nearing dangerous levels When we parted ways I figured you'd grow get a job, go to school, get some meat on your two dimensional bones Nothing? Yeah. Well, are you going to go back to school later? Prolly not. Well, what are your plans? Don't have any. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The doctors leave, the nurses shake their heads and the life of our friendship is snuffed. Cause of death: Cardiac arrest caused by stagnant blood. |