Shalom guys,
I'm willing to bet a million bucks that you, my dear reader, have friends. And that's a good thing because without friends, what are we? Daleks? Alas, we would be virtually soulless.
So friends= good. Now I'm also going to bet that you've had/got a best friend or several.
But now, have you ever fought with your best friend? And what kind of fight was it? A battle? War? Or the ever crushing Cold War?
If you're reading this, you've probably lived through at least one battle with a friend. But how many levels of insane was it? Does your war story include: new outlook on friends/life in general, a possibly possessed reindeer toy and a sort of ex best friend with the power to obliterate you from existence? Hopefully not. But mine does. And while it is personal, it's something I need off of my back.
Until a few weeks ago, I had a best friend. She looked like the typical best friend; funny, cool, nice, awesome, liked The Big Bang Theory as much as I did........
But when it came to spiritual beliefs, she was exceptionally different to others.
Some would call her a pagan, others would say Wiccan. I really don't care anymore, because when it comes to religious beliefs it's your own opinion and not mine. Let me live how I choose and I won't extend the opposite to you.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, I slept over at her place, because it's a teenage girl thing. And while I try to be polite about the spiritual beliefs of others (or lack of), it was hard to ignore the overwhelming creepiness of it all. After continuosly going to religious schools, eventually your tolerance for the supernatural has to have a limit. And my tolerance? Waned faster than you can say Quidditch.
Supernatural freaky stuff aside, it went downhill like a landslide. After a day (this was a marathon sleepover) she appeared to grow tired of me. And it also never helped that the conversations we had weren't conversations, they were basically her reciting her life story. As if I'd never heard that before (*cough*, every time she's ever really spoken to me). Then she'd argue with me over the most absurd thing, criticize me for being scared of stuff and lecture me about making quick decisions. There was more, but I don't want to go into details.
So after the week was over, I was glad to be gone. Until I remembered the Christmas present she'd given to me: a reindeer toy. Exactly the sort of thing a 5 year old version of me would love. But after talking to one of my friends about the week, she gave me this advice: "Get rid of the reindeer. It could have demons".
So even though I don't really warm to the idea of demons, I finally decided to get rid of the reindeer for another reason: it's a grotesque reminder of a busted friendship. And at night, it stared at me. Even from inside my bedroom cupboard, I could feel it's evil black-stiched-on eyes staring at me.
And now it lies in Hell. Well, technically in a massive bin several streets away from me. Along with a load of weight from my shoulders.
Long story short: don't make friends with people who are bound to eventually give you a creepy reindeer. And when you have a possessed toy, always throw it in the big bin that's a good distance from your house instead of lighting it on fire. Because 9 times out of 10, your mother won't let you borrow the box of matches.
It's always sad when a friendship dies. Sometimes it does so with time, other times it involves possessed reindeer. And sometimes you have to so you can move on. Either way, it's sad.
But life has to go on. You've gotta put yesterday behind you or you'll never enjoy tomorrow.
So before I put you all to sleep with more of my weirdest case scenarios, I hope you all have a pleasant tomorrow with no remorse from yesterday.
Afscheid ,Vivmarie1407
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