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Friday, November 03, 2006

in ugliness, in glory

i made my first real friend because he was a liar just like me. i remember that time we were talking of unimportant things and in the middle of me telling him a well crafted lie as an answer to one of his questions, he smirked and said bluntly, compulsive liar. then he smiled and shook his head.

that was the first and only time anyone ever called me a liar straight to my face. it was thrilling, to be caught in the act. thrilling, to recognise a fellow liar; one who fibbed for the almost the same reason i did, but what affected me the most was the simple, absent minded acceptance. he understood because he was just like me, even though he would never admit it.

that was the first and last time so far, i felt accepted as who i am in all my glorious ugliness.

i don't know if it's ironic or befitting for our friendship to end in betrayal. neither, i suppose. we may be liars, but we believed in friendship. misfits should stick together. we were brothers. we were sisters. turns out that loyalty is another trait i will have to forgo.
Posted by NHJ 11/03/2006 11:49:00 pm