I met my best friend "M" in Standard 2 but only really became best friends in Std 8. He was friendliest, most compassionate person I have ever known. This friendship was the pinnacle of any friendship I ever had. After school I was living in another city for university and only saw M maybe once a month. But I would lose contact with him 5 years after school and I was completely wrecked.
M actually phoned me to inform me that he is holding a farewell party because he was moving to UK the following week. I was shocked and in denial. How did he plan all this withouth saying a word before?
I did not attend the party because I could not handle the sorrow. I hoped that he was lying. You need a boat load of cash to emigrate because that was what all the expat experts told me at university.
I tried to phone him eventually to no avail and went back to hometown and found that M's flat was empty. His cell had been disconnected. I started phoning another friend "D" that I know saw M every day.
D's phone went straight to voicemail. I drove to D's house but could not find him. I phoned D every day for weeks hoping he would answer but then his number was disconnected as well. They were both gone.
Tentative was on repeat for years, I was spiralling out of control.
Over the years I became severely depressed and barely managed to finish my degree, and surprisingly found a job at a software developer. One night I remembered that M once mentioned his email address.
I shot out an email and waited for what seemed like ages.
But he actually responded within minutes. It had been 4 years after M disappeared and I found him. After a brief conversation it seemed he was living the good life in UK, married with children.
But I got the feeling that he was not really interested in chatting and I left it at that.
I was really sad that M was able to just move on. I was not able to do the same and just became a very sad person, severely depressed still.
Today, 15 years after my mate left for UK I found him on facebook. This would make it easier right, with the meme-sharing and all? I tried to tread lightly at first but then pretty much bombarded him with questions. Where do you live, where do you work, how are the kids, where is a nice place to stay if I come to visit...
M's responses were pretty meh. Neutral at best. I just could not understand why and it made me so sad. I lit up a fat joint while studying his photos and by using landmarks and the UK yellow pages managed to locate
his exact address... and uhm.. his in-laws' address. And their best friend's address. Definitely not possible without pot.
With my new-found insight of the phat rolled doobie I put myself in M's shoes to try and make sense of it all. It then hit me like a ton of bricks. While he may have been *my* best friend, that does not mean that I was *his* best friend. Pothead travels back in time to find someone from our little group that maybe could have seen *me* as a best friend. Like a role reverse of sorts. I did manage
to find one and yikes with a capital Y. If that person contacted me like this I would be creeped tf out.
I am a donkeybrain with a certificate to prove it. Bawling my eyes out when I realized that my best friend was never my best friend.
My new myBB best friends, what is wrong with me?
