Sober

So here's the thing.

There are basically three kinds of people in our lives.

Those we talk to even when we're sober.

Those we talk to only when we're drunk.

And those who we'd never talk to even when completely wasted.

And all my life, I'm going to spend time to making sure that the people in MY life consider me the first kind....someone you can talk to and confide in and pour out your soul to when you make a conscious decision to uncork your emotions.

Being the drunk call buddy is made QUITE a big deal of in pop culture....but being the sober call buddy? Now that, that is really something.

Exchange

It turns out, my fab kids....that all the hours I've been putting into studying WILL pay off, but not quite in the way that I want it to.

See, I may be top in Chem and Physics and maybe Rel, and second in English and third in the 2 mathses that I do.....all considered above average and in some cases suicidally hard subjects.

But I might have lost my shot at being Dux of the School. School Dux is the kid who gets the HIGHEST marks in all of their subjects, basically the person with the highest aggregate, and due to the fact that I'm GOOD in my subbies but not GREAT, I may have lost my one chance of being top.

The guy who IS going to get top (most likely, him or another girl)....I was just wondering if I'd swap his life for mine. His ability to calculate numbers to 17 decimal places for my oh-so-intelligent, "7/2 is 3 and a seventh" responses. His near-photographic memory of things he sees and reads for my copious pages of painstakingly handwritten notes. His general "I actually hate all of you, so none of you can really hurt me, ya realize that, right?" attitude for my constant second guessing of EVERY situation and EVERY conversation because I'm scared you won't like me.

The answer, as I'm certain you'll have guessed, is no.

No, I'd never exchange my life, imperfect as it is at times, for his. Life, unfortunately, only comes as one homogeneous skank of a lump. If we could swap certain parts of it, it wouldn't be so hard, would it? If I could MAYBE give up some self doubt for the photographic memory, or a LITTLE flab for the athleticism, or a SMIDGEN of obnoxiousness for a quick mind, it'd all be right n fab.

But no. I'd also have to give up Mala, Naz, Jas, Sarah, Elise, Rachel, Shama, music, laughter, a nice butt, Mrs. Fields brownies, my jewellery collection (!) and let's face it, a life that, if not for these little annoying things....

Is pretty much perfect. And if you're still reading this, know that you're a part of that perfect life.

Queen Sana at 9:13 PM