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Once again the island crazy had passed him right by, and honestly, Logan couldn't have been happier about it. He had enough problems with his own life without finding himself shoved into the centre of somebody else's. Really, no one deserved to have Logan Echolls in their body, screwing up their affairs and alienating their friends. And he would do just that, he knew he would. It wasn't something he was proud of, but Logan knew himself well enough to know that he had a tendency to rub people the wrong way and make a mess of a good situation.
Hell, he had it down to an art form.
It was getting late, but he wasn't really ready to head home just yet. He hadn't been sleeping much lately anyway, so it wasn't like he was itching to crawl into bed... Besides, the compound was nice after dark, everything seemed to quiet down a little, and no one really bothered him as he sat in the rec room, sprawled out on the couch with a book in his lap and a joint tucked behind his ear.
The theme for the day seemed to be friendship, and the shelf was practically bursting with stories about best friends and stupid self help books about making new friends and keeping the old ones. It all seemed really pathetic, and yet... And yet there he was, reading some crap that was probably written by some shrink who'd never actually managed to maintain a real friendship in their life. Still, he soaked it up, frowning slightly as he turned the page.
The Friendship Crisis: Finding, Making, and Keeping Friends When You're Not a Kid Anymore, it had just been staring him in the face, mocking him, like it knew something he didn't. Like it held all the secrets to friendship that he'd never learned. God, no wonder those people made millions, all they had to do was get enough words in to the title to convince you they could solve all your problems, and they had you. The fact that he didn't have many friends had always been something Logan had just written off as a fact of his being. He was Logan Echolls, and Logan Echolls didn't need lots of friends. It was that simple. ...And yet. And yet lately he found himself watching the people around him, building their social circles and expanding their horizons or whatever. The more he watched them, the more he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. What did they have that he didn't? What was it about them that was so... so likeable? How was it that Joe just snapped his fingers and suddenly had ten new friends? Why was it that people just liked Veronica? What was so damn special about them?
The book hadn't taught him anything though. In the end it had turned out to be aimed at middle aged women with kids or whatever, nothing he could really relate to on any level. Still, it had left him thinking harder than he wanted to about the sort of man he'd become. Cutter had pointed out how mature he was these days, but what good was maturity when no one was around to benefit from it? Hell, what was the point of anything if you had no one to share it with?
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Hell, he had it down to an art form.
It was getting late, but he wasn't really ready to head home just yet. He hadn't been sleeping much lately anyway, so it wasn't like he was itching to crawl into bed... Besides, the compound was nice after dark, everything seemed to quiet down a little, and no one really bothered him as he sat in the rec room, sprawled out on the couch with a book in his lap and a joint tucked behind his ear.
The theme for the day seemed to be friendship, and the shelf was practically bursting with stories about best friends and stupid self help books about making new friends and keeping the old ones. It all seemed really pathetic, and yet... And yet there he was, reading some crap that was probably written by some shrink who'd never actually managed to maintain a real friendship in their life. Still, he soaked it up, frowning slightly as he turned the page.
The Friendship Crisis: Finding, Making, and Keeping Friends When You're Not a Kid Anymore, it had just been staring him in the face, mocking him, like it knew something he didn't. Like it held all the secrets to friendship that he'd never learned. God, no wonder those people made millions, all they had to do was get enough words in to the title to convince you they could solve all your problems, and they had you. The fact that he didn't have many friends had always been something Logan had just written off as a fact of his being. He was Logan Echolls, and Logan Echolls didn't need lots of friends. It was that simple. ...And yet. And yet lately he found himself watching the people around him, building their social circles and expanding their horizons or whatever. The more he watched them, the more he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. What did they have that he didn't? What was it about them that was so... so likeable? How was it that Joe just snapped his fingers and suddenly had ten new friends? Why was it that people just liked Veronica? What was so damn special about them?
The book hadn't taught him anything though. In the end it had turned out to be aimed at middle aged women with kids or whatever, nothing he could really relate to on any level. Still, it had left him thinking harder than he wanted to about the sort of man he'd become. Cutter had pointed out how mature he was these days, but what good was maturity when no one was around to benefit from it? Hell, what was the point of anything if you had no one to share it with?
(Open to all, st/lt welcome)