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MrFriendly · 06-10-2007, 05:48 AM

This is a lil something I wrote else where, but maybe a small insight into what it is to be me.

The six of us were enjoying ourselves. We had a nice selection of cocktails, Pina Coladas, Sandra Sullys (an aussie cocktail), and Mojitos.

The spliff we had as we walked into the bar had put us all in a good mood, and a nice energy was circulating the table. It seemed to be relaxing Josh, although he still had a worried look his face. It was the kind of look you pull when you know you have to scoop some of your own feces into a cup to give to a doctor. Something was on his mind, but for now, we were enjoying eachothers company.

It was as I was commenting about how surprisingly refreshing my Sandra Sully was, that I realised I was in good company.

There was Peg and Mike, a couple I'd met a few time at various parties in Kensington, they used to live in a run down share house with Josh in Fitzroy. It was known Napier house, a time when the three of them would stuff all manner of substances into their bodies, and live the fast paced party life.

Then the was Kales and her boyfriend Ken. Kales was one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, just down to earth and accepting of people, but nice as pie about everything. she reminded me a lot of the mechanic off Fire Fly.

And of course, there was Josh. An outrageous character larger than life. Unfortunately, tonight he was not in the best of moods.

We were all on pretty similar wave lengths, they were all my kind of people.

But it was while I was on my drunk and stoned inner monolog that I looked up to see a facial expression that will always raise a smile well into years to come. Kales suddenly had a look on her face that seemed to suggest her dead grandmother was being pack raped right in front of her. I turned around to see what she was looking at, and that's when I realised what Josh had been so worried about, he'd been lamenting these people showing up to wish him a happy birthday. And I quickly found out why one would lament it.

Peg and Mike shared a similar look on their faces as Kales. These drunk, loud, and obnoxious folk were offensive to all senses, and they'd greatly destroyed the mood I was in. One of these drunk troglodytes commandeered the seat next to me, legs wide apart, and playing with her bra. Yep, clearly a woman of all class. Because I was convinced her sense of vision was based mostly on movement, I stayed absolutely still, and within a few moments something distracted her and she went away. I leaned over to Mike and said "Ok, Peg is no longer your girlfriend, she's single, and as far as anyone here is concerned, we're gay lovers, these girls are NOT to know I'm single. In the mean time, we need to figure out a way to get the fuck out of this bar!"

"That's interesting, because Peg and I were just going to bolt hehe"

"Bolting is a stupid idea, their vision is based on movement, and they can smell fear. This is a delicate situation Mike, and no man gets left behind."

Josh, looked somewhat irate at this point, but was trying to be polite, apparently these were some folk he knows from uni. Considering the occasion was for Josh's birthday, to say he was slightly pissed that these were the people to crash our calm was an understatement.

The same classy girl who'd sat next to me before was back again, except this time she had one leg over one of mine, and was trying make conversation. My ears were suddenly filled with the sound of what can only be describe as a cockatoo (Australian bird) that just took a wickedly bad acid trip. I had to leave, I was too stoned for this, I just had to get out. I stood up and announced to the table my magic pants were vibrating, this could only mean I was receiving a phone call. I bolted for the door, embraced the cold, and lit up a cigarette.

I've been through tougher challenges, there certainly had to be a way out of all this. All of us accept Josh could afford to look rude, we didn't know these people, and we sure as fuck weren't going to go out of way to see them again. Josh on the other hand had to deal with them on a weekly basis.

And that's when I realised the modern age really did have its perks.

I called Josh.

"Dude, where the hell did you go, and where the fuck are my cigarettes?"

"Never fear Josh, I have your cigarettes, if you want them, you'll have to do exactly what I tell you. Now, listen very carefully, I'm going to get you out of this situation, and then we're all going to find a nice bar else where, WITHOUT THEM!. I want you to look at the floor, and have concerned expression on your face. Don't look at anyone else.

Dave is dead Josh, Dave died, he was hit by a car in Brunswick on the way home. This upsets you Josh, but you don't know how to deal with your grief. You know this will upset the others Josh, because we all know and love Dave, and now he's dead.

I'm going to hang up the phone Josh, and when I do, you're going to be teary eyed. You're going to announce to Peg, Mike, Kales and her boyfriend that Dave has died, and they must all go at once.

To confirm that you understand, I want you to say 'I understand, I'll be there right away'.

Do you understand Josh?"

"I understand, I'll be there right away."

That boy will have his name in lights one day. With in minutes Mike walks out of the bar, sees me, and walks over.

"Mick I don't what you did just then, but you just saved us, that experience was awful man, I was too stoned to know what to do, and this girl kept touching Peg!"

"Well, I just hope that he managed to get the rest of.....Ahhh, fantastic, here we all are again. Well I don't know about you folks, but I'm still baked like a ham. I say we find another bar, no where near this one, drink to forget, and drink to Josh's birthday"

And off to the nearest pub we went, sucking down another scoob between us on the way.

Josh had seemed somewhat disappointed earlier in the night that it was only us of the people he invited who had shown up for his birthday drinks. But as we sat around and drank some ales, a big smile came across his face.

"You know what guys, I hate organizing shit like this, I just fucking hate it. There was supposed to be 13 of us here tonight, and we're only 6. But fuck it, you're the best people I could have hoped to spend the night with regardless. I don't know about you, but I'm drunk, I'm stoned, and more than merry to be right the fuck away from those awful, awful bogans (Aussie term for white trash). I want to thank you all for coming, because you're clearly people who actually care. Yu know what, quality over quantity."

Yu damn right on that one buddy, yu damn right. Still, what Josh had planned for the evening and what actually transpired were completely different. I could tell it shifted a few gears on him and he needed some space and time to think and reflect.

We parted ways and said our goodbyes. On the way home I started to realise that Josh just wanted a nice night out with a whole bunch of people he liked because it would be his last birthday in Melbourne, probably his last birthday in the country for quite some time. It was then I started to realise the difference between him and I. He knows a tone of people, he's slept with a tone of people, a lot of people know of him and like him.

And then there's me, I know very few people, only one person has ever slept with me, and only few people know of me and like me. But that relatively small number people who do know me, that I know, that I've slept with, I have a very close bond with. Pretty much all of whom I'd go out of my to help if ever they needed it.

I do admit though, in the last year or so that number of people has grown quite a lot, especially since moving down to Melbourne.

I guess the point of all this is that I'd much rather a small number of people in my life that I know I can love, are loyal, and trust. Rather than have all the fluff of a whole bunch of people who know of me and like me, but don't actually know me at all.

Ask yourself, and I mean really ask yourself, who do you, who can you turn to at the end of the day? Who do you show all facets to? Especially the dark and vulnerable ones? Who do you trust to not judge you no matter what awful shit you might have done, but instead help you?

The people who showed up to Josh's dinner/drinks were the same people who could give him that support. The people I choose to get to know and be close to are the kind of people I would not only let my guard down to, but let their guard down to me. That my friends, I take extremely seriously.

I wont lie, I've been hurt, I've been crushed, and by the very same people I let get close to me. But really, it's a matter of simple logic, those who you let get closest to you, will be the very ones who hurt you the most. And they will. They will because they're only human.

The trick is, I'm my view, is to realise that the experiences you share with those who you let get close, out weigh the the bad, and are totally worth the heart ache.

There's an old saying "Nothing lost, nothing gained."

It's true, you have to take chances, you have to realise that those chances could either work in your favor, or they could work against it, but the one thing you can always take away from it is that you tried.

You learn, you live, and you try your best. That's all I'll ever ask of anyone.

Enjoy the journey folks, enjoy life.

(Please excuse Australian spelling of words such as 'realise', it's the way I was taught via the painfully strict catholic school system in this country, and it's the way I'll die

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debaser · 06-10-2007, 07:02 AM

Your stream of consciousness floweth over its banks...

ItWasMe · 06-10-2007, 07:49 PM

That's a funny story. Thanks for sharing. Also, the babysitter can have an emergency at home, and your sister/friend's sister could be finally having that baby

I've never used those, but I've heard of them.

Jetée · 06-10-2007, 08:19 PM

Quite a story there, with an even more lucid lesson to be taken from it.

I hope in time to find such friends that I can completely open up to and depend on. Thank you for the realization that it is possible to obtain such close bonds that tie us to a world in which we struggle to survive in, yet know full-well that we can do so with a little help from a friend.

Nimetic · 06-10-2007, 09:17 PM

Liked that..

But... I gotta know. What's in a Sandra Sully? Excellent idea that - to name a drink after well known presenters.

I feel inspire to invent some particularly gruesome cocktails now. Ouch.

06-10-2007, 05:48 AM	#1 (permalink)
MrFriendly Psycho Location: Australia	Hello sir, this is your courtesy pretend someone died call....... This is a lil something I wrote else where, but maybe a small insight into what it is to be me. The six of us were enjoying ourselves. We had a nice selection of cocktails, Pina Coladas, Sandra Sullys (an aussie cocktail), and Mojitos. The spliff we had as we walked into the bar had put us all in a good mood, and a nice energy was circulating the table. It seemed to be relaxing Josh, although he still had a worried look his face. It was the kind of look you pull when you know you have to scoop some of your own feces into a cup to give to a doctor. Something was on his mind, but for now, we were enjoying eachothers company. It was as I was commenting about how surprisingly refreshing my Sandra Sully was, that I realised I was in good company. There was Peg and Mike, a couple I'd met a few time at various parties in Kensington, they used to live in a run down share house with Josh in Fitzroy. It was known Napier house, a time when the three of them would stuff all manner of substances into their bodies, and live the fast paced party life. Then the was Kales and her boyfriend Ken. Kales was one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, just down to earth and accepting of people, but nice as pie about everything. she reminded me a lot of the mechanic off Fire Fly. And of course, there was Josh. An outrageous character larger than life. Unfortunately, tonight he was not in the best of moods. We were all on pretty similar wave lengths, they were all my kind of people. But it was while I was on my drunk and stoned inner monolog that I looked up to see a facial expression that will always raise a smile well into years to come. Kales suddenly had a look on her face that seemed to suggest her dead grandmother was being pack raped right in front of her. I turned around to see what she was looking at, and that's when I realised what Josh had been so worried about, he'd been lamenting these people showing up to wish him a happy birthday. And I quickly found out why one would lament it. Peg and Mike shared a similar look on their faces as Kales. These drunk, loud, and obnoxious folk were offensive to all senses, and they'd greatly destroyed the mood I was in. One of these drunk troglodytes commandeered the seat next to me, legs wide apart, and playing with her bra. Yep, clearly a woman of all class. Because I was convinced her sense of vision was based mostly on movement, I stayed absolutely still, and within a few moments something distracted her and she went away. I leaned over to Mike and said "Ok, Peg is no longer your girlfriend, she's single, and as far as anyone here is concerned, we're gay lovers, these girls are NOT to know I'm single. In the mean time, we need to figure out a way to get the fuck out of this bar!" "That's interesting, because Peg and I were just going to bolt hehe" "Bolting is a stupid idea, their vision is based on movement, and they can smell fear. This is a delicate situation Mike, and no man gets left behind." Josh, looked somewhat irate at this point, but was trying to be polite, apparently these were some folk he knows from uni. Considering the occasion was for Josh's birthday, to say he was slightly pissed that these were the people to crash our calm was an understatement. The same classy girl who'd sat next to me before was back again, except this time she had one leg over one of mine, and was trying make conversation. My ears were suddenly filled with the sound of what can only be describe as a cockatoo (Australian bird) that just took a wickedly bad acid trip. I had to leave, I was too stoned for this, I just had to get out. I stood up and announced to the table my magic pants were vibrating, this could only mean I was receiving a phone call. I bolted for the door, embraced the cold, and lit up a cigarette. I've been through tougher challenges, there certainly had to be a way out of all this. All of us accept Josh could afford to look rude, we didn't know these people, and we sure as fuck weren't going to go out of way to see them again. Josh on the other hand had to deal with them on a weekly basis. And that's when I realised the modern age really did have its perks. I called Josh. "Dude, where the hell did you go, and where the fuck are my cigarettes?" "Never fear Josh, I have your cigarettes, if you want them, you'll have to do exactly what I tell you. Now, listen very carefully, I'm going to get you out of this situation, and then we're all going to find a nice bar else where, WITHOUT THEM!. I want you to look at the floor, and have concerned expression on your face. Don't look at anyone else. Dave is dead Josh, Dave died, he was hit by a car in Brunswick on the way home. This upsets you Josh, but you don't know how to deal with your grief. You know this will upset the others Josh, because we all know and love Dave, and now he's dead. I'm going to hang up the phone Josh, and when I do, you're going to be teary eyed. You're going to announce to Peg, Mike, Kales and her boyfriend that Dave has died, and they must all go at once. To confirm that you understand, I want you to say 'I understand, I'll be there right away'. Do you understand Josh?" "I understand, I'll be there right away." That boy will have his name in lights one day. With in minutes Mike walks out of the bar, sees me, and walks over. "Mick I don't what you did just then, but you just saved us, that experience was awful man, I was too stoned to know what to do, and this girl kept touching Peg!" "Well, I just hope that he managed to get the rest of.....Ahhh, fantastic, here we all are again. Well I don't know about you folks, but I'm still baked like a ham. I say we find another bar, no where near this one, drink to forget, and drink to Josh's birthday" And off to the nearest pub we went, sucking down another scoob between us on the way. Josh had seemed somewhat disappointed earlier in the night that it was only us of the people he invited who had shown up for his birthday drinks. But as we sat around and drank some ales, a big smile came across his face. "You know what guys, I hate organizing shit like this, I just fucking hate it. There was supposed to be 13 of us here tonight, and we're only 6. But fuck it, you're the best people I could have hoped to spend the night with regardless. I don't know about you, but I'm drunk, I'm stoned, and more than merry to be right the fuck away from those awful, awful bogans (Aussie term for white trash). I want to thank you all for coming, because you're clearly people who actually care. Yu know what, quality over quantity." Yu damn right on that one buddy, yu damn right. Still, what Josh had planned for the evening and what actually transpired were completely different. I could tell it shifted a few gears on him and he needed some space and time to think and reflect. We parted ways and said our goodbyes. On the way home I started to realise that Josh just wanted a nice night out with a whole bunch of people he liked because it would be his last birthday in Melbourne, probably his last birthday in the country for quite some time. It was then I started to realise the difference between him and I. He knows a tone of people, he's slept with a tone of people, a lot of people know of him and like him. And then there's me, I know very few people, only one person has ever slept with me, and only few people know of me and like me. But that relatively small number people who do know me, that I know, that I've slept with, I have a very close bond with. Pretty much all of whom I'd go out of my to help if ever they needed it. I do admit though, in the last year or so that number of people has grown quite a lot, especially since moving down to Melbourne. I guess the point of all this is that I'd much rather a small number of people in my life that I know I can love, are loyal, and trust. Rather than have all the fluff of a whole bunch of people who know of me and like me, but don't actually know me at all. Ask yourself, and I mean really ask yourself, who do you, who can you turn to at the end of the day? Who do you show all facets to? Especially the dark and vulnerable ones? Who do you trust to not judge you no matter what awful shit you might have done, but instead help you? The people who showed up to Josh's dinner/drinks were the same people who could give him that support. The people I choose to get to know and be close to are the kind of people I would not only let my guard down to, but let their guard down to me. That my friends, I take extremely seriously. I wont lie, I've been hurt, I've been crushed, and by the very same people I let get close to me. But really, it's a matter of simple logic, those who you let get closest to you, will be the very ones who hurt you the most. And they will. They will because they're only human. The trick is, I'm my view, is to realise that the experiences you share with those who you let get close, out weigh the the bad, and are totally worth the heart ache. There's an old saying "Nothing lost, nothing gained." It's true, you have to take chances, you have to realise that those chances could either work in your favor, or they could work against it, but the one thing you can always take away from it is that you tried. You learn, you live, and you try your best. That's all I'll ever ask of anyone. Enjoy the journey folks, enjoy life. (Please excuse Australian spelling of words such as 'realise', it's the way I was taught via the painfully strict catholic school system in this country, and it's the way I'll die ) __________________ You are not a slave

06-10-2007, 07:02 AM	#2 (permalink)
debaser Sir, I have a plan... Location: 38S NC20943324	Your stream of consciousness floweth over its banks... __________________ Fortunato became immured to the sound of the trowel after a while.

06-10-2007, 07:49 PM	#3 (permalink)
ItWasMe But You'll Never Prove It. Location: under your bed	That's a funny story. Thanks for sharing. Also, the babysitter can have an emergency at home, and your sister/friend's sister could be finally having that baby I've never used those, but I've heard of them. __________________ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe

06-10-2007, 08:19 PM	#4 (permalink)
Jetée The Reforms Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition	Quite a story there, with an even more lucid lesson to be taken from it. I hope in time to find such friends that I can completely open up to and depend on. Thank you for the realization that it is possible to obtain such close bonds that tie us to a world in which we struggle to survive in, yet know full-well that we can do so with a little help from a friend. __________________ As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi

06-10-2007, 09:17 PM	#5 (permalink)
Nimetic Junkie Location: Melbourne, Australia	Liked that.. But... I gotta know. What's in a Sandra Sully? Excellent idea that - to name a drink after well known presenters. I feel inspire to invent some particularly gruesome cocktails now. Ouch.