Scene 14
I have noticed you’ve been oh so silent. Your Instagram is going white… nowhere to be seen. No calls, no texts… and I have sent many letters that went unnoticed by you. If you wish to end such a long friendship like this, so be it. However, your silence will not be the last word for I have much to say.
The only conclusion I can muster of your sudden absence from me is because of politics and opinions. I noticed you watched a video of me speaking, in your eyes, foul viewpoints. It was on some of those more controversial topics I know have been hitting home with you recently. You are very out-spoken as well to the contrary; leaning in favor of the opinionated principles of our legislation. So I can see why you would bail.
However, it doesn’t make much sense because you always took pride in how open you are. Or are you only open if it’s something you agree on? Pathetic in any case. I’m certain you wanted out of this relationship the first time you disappeared. It was no secret to me when you were making my ears bleed from the naiveness of it all—I can recall your words perfectly, “I need to hang out with people more like me: heading in the direction of success.” Which, now I see, consists of a narcissistic man who will never make it past the backwaters of Broadway by telling the same story of McBeth, and the girl who betrayed your trust on purpose with said man.
Good to see I am not missing out on anything. Thinking about it now, though, it makes no sense that you ever came back; you are placing value on someone else based on personal perspectives and feelings and that to me, makes you look like a fool. Don’t get me wrong, I believe you are destined for great things, but only when you gain enough wisdom and unfortunately, you think you already have it which will make you shrink… not grow. You are not superior despite you being more headstrong than anyone else, and I even considered you a wise scholar because of it, but now you’re a hypocrite and I don’t ever have to wonder if you’ve made any progress in your life. I already know the answer, and to me you’re anything but a wise scholar now.
Perhaps that is something I learned—to be a wise scholar setting aside opinions for a moment is needed, and I see you lack it in every aspect. My views and my morals, as you softly put it, start and end with me. I can agree that neither of us takes responsibility that belongs to another, but you have taken it upon yourself to be just another sandbag. Do you even know what you stand for?
You are still growing, not to mention your brain has barely begun adulthood. Is that why the sudden disappearance? Are you embarrassed that you came off less grown than what you had people believing? You were very loud in 2016 as well as contributing to the BLM movement. Are you embarrassed that a lot of what you believed in has been pulled apart and tossed? Even so, that can’t be for the silence you’re giving me. This seems, somehow, personal to you when I haven’t personally attacked you. I haven’t made you feel like a fool on purpose while trying to justify it, I haven’t told you to act a certain way or else you’d be nothing. You did that to me and yet, I never passed judgment on your character as if it were wrong to exist.
I thought I could be your friend. I thought you were wise enough to step outside your perspective and indulge in someone. Someone else who’s very different from you. But I guess I should have known when I came to New York City. You didn’t do anything I wanted to do. We went to Museums only you liked and the only time you seemed eager to see me again, was if I moved to New York to be with you. Interesting…. You can’t blame me for not being able to pull it off in the end.
I feel like the bottom line is, you think I am not good enough for your time. You think I am too dumb and what I am into isn’t good enough, either. We don’t talk about the things you don’t like to hear and you overtalk on topics you think are the only way. You are not much better than I, nor anyone else who is trying to be your friend. Pretension, pretending, random ideologies you think you should have but don’t practice in your time, and being an underground—
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will only take you a few steps. Your brand is about magnifying who you are while representing a craft or notion you genuinely enjoy. Authenticity is everything and you lack that part of yourself, which is called confidence. And I get it, you’re still young, however, it is very shameful because you pretend still. I am disappointed in you, and you can bet this will be the very last time you walk away.
I shall leave you with this… the moment you realize majority of viewpoints are only obtained by what we allow ourselves to know, the better off you will be. The universe has much buried information that leads only to the blackened ends of the truth.
So long, Farewell Friend. Until our paths cross again, I hope the best on your journey, for you have expressed, will be a lot better without me standing in the way.
