Buoy Don’t Float

“What happens when the time comes for everyone to pair up and find their best friend–what happens to the one that arrives late? What happens to the one who wasn’t chosen? What happens to the remainder in an odd numbered population?

Left in the dark? How do you even grow up without a best friend? Who do you go to a party with? Who do you trust or share things with? Regular friends just don’t suffice in these aspects, because they in turn have their own best friend. The most you can amount to is the one who tries to squeeze in as the third wheel–then you are just lying to yourself anyways.” - Old train of thought from one of my Xanga entries.

I bring it up again because i seem to have no best friend, locally. Well, I have one in truth: Steve. Our correspondence has dwindled over my couple years at Cal. Sadly, at times, I feel like I’m alone here. I’m too used to having a wingman. Steve was cool–I miss him. We would stick together no matter what–always chill.

I feel so split between Burbank and Berkeley. Almost as if I’m living two lives. The lack of a best friend at Berkeley is whats eating at me. Only a plethora of great friends, but its never good enough. In the market for a new best friend…much more difficult at this stage in life. It’s sneaky business: You have to check if they already have a best friend, of course, and then you have to befriend them and do it to the point that you actually become best friends. Sneaky indeed…