Creative Non-Fiction Collection

Relationships

 There is no beautiful way to put this. I can't start out talking about how the weather looks and use big fancy words to convey the message I want. So here it is. When I think about relationships, I mainly think about my friends or ex-friends. Me being a socially awkward teen who is inept at talking. I always do something that makes me people hate me, or did do something. Sometimes my "Reputation" precedes me. Most of the time for the wrong reasons. Maybe it's because I usually have a general disinterest in talking to most people. Everyone plays the game. I like playing my own, so generally it's hard for me to make new friends. So I have kept the same ones throughout my years of living on this fine earth. That doesn't mean I haven't picked up some fresh faces along the way.

The reason why most people find it easy to hate me, it's completely my own fault. For I have no problem with being completely honest. "Better to be mean and right then wrong and nice." It's a pretty dark way of looking at the world but it suits me perfectly. I see no point in sparing a person's feelings because they are not my Mom, Dad or even closely related to me. I say what I mean, which is the truth, not what is socially acceptable and generally wrong. I like talking to people. Give me a room full of my friends or just one singular friend. We can have conversations that would last days. Ranging from complete nonsense, shit talking and the like, to metaphysical conversations pertaining to the universe. I pick my friends personally, and carefully.

Some relationships have almost ended in bloody quarrel. If my stance on fighting was different from what it is. Which is I don't like fighting. I'm more of a person to handle situations, using my wit. I'm mainly a nice person to the right people. I just choose to speak my mind which lands me into some pretty unpleasant situations. I value my wit.

Ever had a friend that was like your brother, a person that you could trust with your life? Only to have it end with both parties hating each other's guts. I have referred this to that of Magneto and Professor X in the way they were once "Brothers" but turned into rivals. Except in their case, they became friends again at one point in time. In my own case, it'll be a cold day in hell for that ever to happen. I would say the person's name but it's irrelevant, and won't give that person the pleasure of being in this story by name. I won't even give it a pseudonym.

The hatred between both parties runs deep. Let's just say that my wit got the better of me. I bit off more than I could chew and had to run away, quite literally. Not my proudest moment, but a moment nonetheless. When I learn information about a given subject, I don't normally share it. I like the idea of knowing something personally so I can gain enjoyment from it whenever I please. If you learns someone secret, you can do two things with it. Keep it secret or don't. For this particular occasion I picked the second.Actions have consequences. I learned that one almost the hard way. I guess the saying goes quite true "Talk shit get hit," but that matter has been resolved.

Not all of my Relationship's revolve around hate. For there was once a time where I thought I was in love. With time that statement will have more weight to it.