Melodrama » Sun, Dec 11th 2005 3:22 pm
I can remember watching television dramas and wondering just where the hell the writers came up with their ideas. After having been through high school and attended a few “parties”, I’ve realized the shocking truth: reality is, after all, far stranger (and crueller) than fiction.
I am, apparently, friends with people who are in fact enemies. I’ve borne witness to the sheer hatred expressed when someone leaves the room, and I’ve seen that person return ignorantly to a sea of smiles. To this day I can’t comprehend their motives.
It’s one thing to not like someone, but it’s another to engage in full-out social warfare against them. Just what the hell kinds of lives are these people leading wherein they fill the hours on the phone spreading gossip and rumours about the people they regularly party with? It’s as though they crave conflict and attend such gatherings solely for the purpose of “gathering intelligence” to feed their battle plans. It’d almost be cute if it weren’t so absolutely disgusting.
What’s more shocking is that these people, to me, seem otherwise good. They’re smart and they’re funny, and they seem to be good friends to those with whom they’re genuinely friends. But for some reason, they feel the need to express their reasons for not liking someone to anyone willing to listen. It’s this slander that is often so relentless that anyone unfortunate enough to have to hear it is left with no alternative but to agree until someone else can change their minds for them.
As years pass, we’re left with a very loosely-knit web of strangers and spies, all of whom are pretending to be friends for reasons I can’t possibly fathom, try as I might. There are people who attend these parties whose company I don’t personally enjoy, but I know others do (or at least I think they do) and I simply busy myself with those whose company I prefer. Perhaps this is the trick to successful socializing that I’ve somehow picked up in all my years of being antisocial. However, I think we can rule out that, being the geeky loner that I am, I am some social prodigy. Rather, perhaps being social to me means something wholly different to these others; perhaps they really do see it as a war in which he or she who dies with the most friends wins.
I’m well and truly lost on this one, folks. Please explain to myself and everyone else baffled by these stupid adolescent practices why this is the preferred way to live by so many people. I wonder if even they themselves understand.