ordinary saturdays
Luke has been busy raising Dobermans to compete in the National Stance Competition. The female one won last years' and he wants to redo the feat in a couple of months. He was gifted some sort of fluffy Dachshund. He says he will get in touch with my father for new dog pounds.
Carly is the birthday girl tonight and is skeptical about turning 29. She reiterates her wish to leave the country with Paul and move with him to Spain. Even though laughing all the time, she usually keeps her thoughts to herself. Always a mystery.
Speaking of Paul, he bought a kart and is still trying to figure out which car to buy since his Chevrolet was totaled. Of course the insurance money is not enough to buy a decent replacement. He talks about AI traps found in his law-related job.
Vince is still trying to get over Vicky. He has been in absolute withdrawal for 6 months: the last time he had sex was in November. He spend his time focused on work, refurbishing his truck with new naval floors and dodging thirsty messages in his DMs. The good thing is that he recognizes that the relationship crumbled due to how he treated Vicky. Now, on meds due to ADHD and BD, he can think more clearly on the subject. I notice that his eyes accumulate un-cried tears every time we touch this subject. But I also notice that he feels relieved that he has someone to talk to about it.
Arty is moving to [REDACTED]. “Being single in [REDACTED] is the worst”, he makes his case. Atom found a hybrid job also in [REDACTED] after being laid off and Andy is set to start yet another phase of his academic life in [REDACTED] too this upcoming month. Surely it was a good idea for them three to move in together on the city centre. I refuse to elaborate on the subject, knowing how bad that could turn out because of their background with drugs. Vinny is also not moving to Latvia anymore - once the company heard his plans of leaving, his already obscene salary was doubled and he is now a manager of some sort.
When asked about myself I either make small talk or lie straight to their faces. I think that this is one of the reasons I am not a good friend. The truth is that I care about them a lot and I have been noticing how the time stretches have been stretching evermore. When we are together, there’s this feel of being stupid and naive again. Not having stitches for once. Someday I will look back to this day and miss it dearly. But ain’t that the burden of living?
Knowing nothing is eternal?
From out there, May's cold wind blows in through my window.