And I wonder time and again, what can destroy a perfect
friendship. Here you are, best “bros over hoes” with your best matey, planning
to take over the world, strutting like big shots, an breakable thread of steal
tying the friendship together; no room for distrust or doubt, no space for
anger, just the cool sea of mutual understanding. What a relationship!! Bravo!
Beats everything else. I mean, seriously, a drink and some random gabble with your
pal, is so much cooler and better than any romantic date, even if it is
fully paid, with complimentary gifts..!! But then, gods laugh, and our evil
dead twin’s spirit laughs with them, and then out of the blue, one fine day,
your friend shows you something cool, something sleek, something really (pardon
my language) sexy, something which you had been planning to get for yourself
for a long while, only he gets it first.
Jealousy is a bitch. If jealousy could be packaged and
injected via some serum, that would be killing more microbes, hell, even cancer
cells, faster than anything else!! Man! The way it makes u feel is just
downright astonishing! You know it’s not right, and still it makes you feel so
good, it almost makes killing over a trivial issue justified. And
because it feels so warm and comfy to plan destroy the friend’s end and smile
than secret I-hate-you-you-son-of-a-(pardon the language again)-bitch smile
whenever he is around, that u don’t even bother getting rid of it. And then one
fine day, you see that that friendship is no longer there. The continuous snaps
at the besty’s jokes (‘cause now you can’t laugh at his jokes anymore as he has
become the enemy), the regular hangouts cancelled, new ones, with new
“bros-worse-than-hoes” taking their places, and no more replying back to texts,
all took you slowly to the vanishing point. And poof, it’s not there.
May be, some day you do get the thing which initiated the
very elaborately diabolical and evil process, may be u don’t. but the obvious
question is, of course, did you get your revenge on your friend?? Nah! Not that.
The question is, was it worth the
friendship..
(Personally, I think it was, but then again, it might be my
evil dead twin’s ego speaking.)
