friends
I always see films or read books or comics where people are friends for life. From kindergarten or early on to full blow adulthood. Now I consider myself a far cry from an adult at twenty-one years old, but still it makes me ponder.
I've only known Stefan for a few years, about two I think. I'd like to say of that that we are pretty damn tight, I kick it with Stefan on an almost daily basis. Partly because we get so much out of our conversations and analogies of the world around us, and partly because we're bored to all hell and don't really hang out with much of anyone else. I have a lot of people who I could see and talk to and say, "yeah, we're friends". Not close friends or partners or even that we hang out but that we are in good company with each other. Like Mike Abdoo. We've got tons in common, I met the guy in the fourth grade when I moved to Michigan ( so that's about as long as I could have a friend since I left the ones I had in my old neighborhood) we have similar political and social interests, he's a damn good poet and a good man. So why don't I kick it with him more often. True, I try to stay in touch and everything but he lives on the other side of town (not that stefan doesn't) and he works and I'm back to school so we have somewhat conflicting schedules. What I suppose I mean is that it's not so easy to keep in touch with people and hang out. As a matter of fact it gets harder and harder the older I get and the more responsabilities that I have.
So I usually just kick it with Stefan and Marc. Marc being probably the closest thing to a best friend that I could say I have. I can't say whether he'd say the same, and I suppose there's a kind of sadness in that, but alas, what fools we mortals be. As I get older and older it seems that we have less and less in common, but we still maintain strong contact and hang out pretty regularly. Which is crazy because marc doesn't have a phone or the internet. So keeping contact is almost solely marc's responsibility.
Now I've known Marc longer than Stefan, but not near as long as I've known Mike. Marc and I have been fairly tight since fourteen or fifteen when we were both hanging out with Ross all the time. I feel like since then I've changed radically. Mike has changed a ton. However I don't feel like that's so true about Marc and Ross. Sure we've all gotten bigger and taller and have different roles in life now, but I'm talking more along the lines about what we want out of life. Not that that should change whether someone is your friend or not.
I suppose my doubt (if you could call it that) stems from a conversation I had with Marc last night. I was talking to Marc and Stefan about how I wanted to less critical in the future, because I'm very critical, especially when it comes to art. So Marc is telling me how he doesn't consider all film to be art, and I have some trouble seeing it that way so we got deeper into the discussion of what art is.
This is where the proverbial fecal matter makes contact with the occilation unit.
Marc starts saying that he's down with art, but not the abstract because "my little sister could do that". Firstly I'm in shock of some sort, thinking that Marc is channeling some off-color joke from some sitcom. Then he reasserts the idea. This got me kind of flustered. I said, "maybe you should say that's what you see in it, not that it's how it is." Marc then tells me that it's not that he doesn't like it, but that it actually is crap and people who enjoy it are just looking too hard.
Facepalm.
This goes on for a few while Marc insists that it's actually rubbish.
"But what about use of space, contrast in color and theme, shape and form?"
"That stuff isn't in there, you just see it because you want to."
I wonder about that guy sometimes. Eventually the argument faded away and we commenced to chill. It just made me wonder a bit. How could a guy as smart as Marc is say something like that? Sometimes Marc's ideas about things like art, human sexuality and society bring up some real solid disagreements between us and it makes me think, "will our contrasts one day outnumber our similarities? And if it does, will that matter, or will we be friends despite it all?" Only time will tell, and as of now, even though some things he says make me want to shake him like a husband shaking a frantic wife in a sitcom, I'm glad to have a friend like Marc.
I've only known Stefan for a few years, about two I think. I'd like to say of that that we are pretty damn tight, I kick it with Stefan on an almost daily basis. Partly because we get so much out of our conversations and analogies of the world around us, and partly because we're bored to all hell and don't really hang out with much of anyone else. I have a lot of people who I could see and talk to and say, "yeah, we're friends". Not close friends or partners or even that we hang out but that we are in good company with each other. Like Mike Abdoo. We've got tons in common, I met the guy in the fourth grade when I moved to Michigan ( so that's about as long as I could have a friend since I left the ones I had in my old neighborhood) we have similar political and social interests, he's a damn good poet and a good man. So why don't I kick it with him more often. True, I try to stay in touch and everything but he lives on the other side of town (not that stefan doesn't) and he works and I'm back to school so we have somewhat conflicting schedules. What I suppose I mean is that it's not so easy to keep in touch with people and hang out. As a matter of fact it gets harder and harder the older I get and the more responsabilities that I have.
So I usually just kick it with Stefan and Marc. Marc being probably the closest thing to a best friend that I could say I have. I can't say whether he'd say the same, and I suppose there's a kind of sadness in that, but alas, what fools we mortals be. As I get older and older it seems that we have less and less in common, but we still maintain strong contact and hang out pretty regularly. Which is crazy because marc doesn't have a phone or the internet. So keeping contact is almost solely marc's responsibility.
Now I've known Marc longer than Stefan, but not near as long as I've known Mike. Marc and I have been fairly tight since fourteen or fifteen when we were both hanging out with Ross all the time. I feel like since then I've changed radically. Mike has changed a ton. However I don't feel like that's so true about Marc and Ross. Sure we've all gotten bigger and taller and have different roles in life now, but I'm talking more along the lines about what we want out of life. Not that that should change whether someone is your friend or not.
I suppose my doubt (if you could call it that) stems from a conversation I had with Marc last night. I was talking to Marc and Stefan about how I wanted to less critical in the future, because I'm very critical, especially when it comes to art. So Marc is telling me how he doesn't consider all film to be art, and I have some trouble seeing it that way so we got deeper into the discussion of what art is.
This is where the proverbial fecal matter makes contact with the occilation unit.
Marc starts saying that he's down with art, but not the abstract because "my little sister could do that". Firstly I'm in shock of some sort, thinking that Marc is channeling some off-color joke from some sitcom. Then he reasserts the idea. This got me kind of flustered. I said, "maybe you should say that's what you see in it, not that it's how it is." Marc then tells me that it's not that he doesn't like it, but that it actually is crap and people who enjoy it are just looking too hard.
Facepalm.
This goes on for a few while Marc insists that it's actually rubbish.
"But what about use of space, contrast in color and theme, shape and form?"
"That stuff isn't in there, you just see it because you want to."
I wonder about that guy sometimes. Eventually the argument faded away and we commenced to chill. It just made me wonder a bit. How could a guy as smart as Marc is say something like that? Sometimes Marc's ideas about things like art, human sexuality and society bring up some real solid disagreements between us and it makes me think, "will our contrasts one day outnumber our similarities? And if it does, will that matter, or will we be friends despite it all?" Only time will tell, and as of now, even though some things he says make me want to shake him like a husband shaking a frantic wife in a sitcom, I'm glad to have a friend like Marc.