I've moved past writer's block. I could care less now. When it comes, it will come. And if it doesn't come... Well, I guess I'll make something up.
Anyways, on to the main event. I've been doing some reading. And I have read some blogs, some blogs that are quite sad. In fact, they are quite pitiful. It sounds like a child being told that he can't have a piece of chocolate. So the child becomes sullen and the child begins to whine. Of course, that is just a metaphor. In reality though, this child is actually a teenager. Of course, one with a childlike mentality. To be blunt, I would guess that it would be around 8 or 9. And like many teenagers, this specific teen (we'll call this teen "X" for the sake of anonymity.) loves to drink. But oh! Poor baby! X doesn't get to drink as much as he wants. X doesn't get to go to the parties where all the kids do is get wasted. It's so sad. All X wants is to drink and drink and drink, but no. X is denied even the simplest pleasures. It's so sad. So tragic. So very...tortuous.
He wants, but none of X's friends go to these parties so X naturally cannot go. It would be such a travesty to, perhaps, grow a spine. For if X were to have a spine, X could tell all X's so-called friends that X really doesn't like them. And then X could also go to said parties, sans escort. And if X wasn't invited to them, X could certainly just drop in like so many others do. But poor X. Poor X likes, no. Poor X loves the life that X doesn't have. It really is tragic. One would half expect Arthur Miller to write a play about it.
This life, this life full of polos and gin, has been placed on a pedestal. But poor X cannot see past the flashing lights. X cannot see how very shallow, how very cold it is. X cannot fathom the reasons that these people do what they do. Nor can X see how many others want the things that he wants. Granted, there is quite a variety of the things that these people want, but nonetheless, they exist in the same class as him. It's perfectly fine to want things, to dream about something more and to wish for it. But to ignore where you come from, to ignore the cold truths in favor of the bells and whistles, that is unforgivable.
And so I pity X. I pity X and all the others like him. I pity all those who want to drink the night away. Those who cannot find the courage to admit the simple truths to themselves, or the people, that by social necessity, they associate with. They may be judgmental, they may be rude, they may be opinionated, but by no means are they cold. By no means do these "friends" drink for the sake of drinking or party for the sake of partying. Nor do they do these things to fill themselves up. No. These people already have themselves mostly figured out. These people already know what they want and how to get it. These people exist without the fears that X lives with. So I pity X. And if you are reading this, know that I pity you. I pity you as much as you want to replace myself and all the others who stood by you and acted as you pillars when you so desperately needed it.
For ever and always,
Me
