Sleepwalking my way through life: Lamentations of one with many friends



Lamentations of one with many friends

Sometimes I wish my friends would act like friends.

We're sitting at lunch, everyone's all happy and laughing while discussing plans for prom. I'm sitting at the side, staring intently at my English notes knowing for a fact that none of it is getting through, so I start to listen to my friends around me and their daily dealings.

There's a rabble about where people are being picked up in the limo, people want to be picked up here, but the limo might not be able to go there, so people want to be picked up there. No worries though, things are being sorted out and it'll soon be fine.

"Well, we talked about it and we want to get a car. Like a really fancy wedding car."

The gears grind to a halt as the spanner is jammed into the works.

A few people go silent, a few people look towards the one who threw the spanner, and a few people laugh heartily at a joke, but they don't count.

Things stop for a second before picking themselves up again. Things are rearranged, people move about and all are happy, because this means we can do things for cheaper. People get their limo and pay less, people get their fancy cars and pay what they want.

And then it starts.

To be frank, I don't care about the transportation. If it gets me there, then I'm happy. I don't care if it's a limo, a hummer or even a hurse. As long as it's got four wheels and looks half decent then I'm in it. But there are many people in my group of friends who do not share my point of view.

And the snide remarks begin, followed by casual ignoring and finally (My all time favourite) silent anger.

"I foresee a few fall outs over this." I murmur to the occupant of the seat beside me.

"I couldn't care less about that." They had replied.

A good chunk of my friends don't like the other chunk, and vice versa. They bitch behind peoples backs, they make sarcastic comments, they shout each other down, and all the while I'm in the middle with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears.

Why can't we all hold hands and sing songs?

I returned to my English notes, trying deperately to memorise quotes before the clock ran out while everyone around me continued with sly remarks.
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