A Case Study of Friendship
-Excerpt 1 of a Memory-
It was just another ordinary summer day for most, the sun was out, the sky was clear and sausages sizzled on barbecues – it was hot, and it was serene… bar the mosquitos. But for me and my friend, Jerald, it was the perfect day for what we had arranged over lunch in the playground.
With our parent’s collaboration, it was that Summer Saturday which was to be the first of the many times I would go over to my friend’s house to play. But it was more than that, it was the first time either of us had been to another’s house, or had a friend over in his case.
There was also something else that made this day special; I had received a gift around two months ago - for a certain holiday - and I was dying …show more content…
WARNING: Do not play near stairs or other raised/inclined surfaces. -Excerpt 2 of a Memory-
Playing “Battle Force” seemed like fun at first. We started playing it every day I went over, it soon became all we did together – even our days at school were filled with talking about it. Eventually, I got sick of it… but Jerald just got more obsessed, so I kept bringing it over.
I wanted to do something else, talk about others things we had in common, but I realized I never learned much about Jerald at all. Even before “Battle Force” we weren’t the closest of friends, we certainly played together, in fact he was usually the leader in our games, but we didn’t talk much.
As the months passed by, the seeds of doubt I had would grow their thorns; I was slowly realising the contrived truth. I was no longer sure if we were still friends… or if we were ever truly friends in the first place.
I had thought that by going over to his house, and bringing over my special game, we would become closer. It was ironic that the only thing that did change was the location. All along I wasn’t playing with Jerald as a friend, I was being played with as a …show more content…
I stopped him, and for a moment, he looked confused. Then his face filled up with an unfamiliar disappointment as he slowly realised what I had done. What I saw on his face was all I needed to know to understand that I did not know this person. He had made the mistake of valuing a game above a friend.
If I could have left then and there, I would have, but I didn’t know the way home. I was stuck, reduced to wasting my time here waiting for my parents to pick me up.
The rest of the day was awkward, because Jerald and I had nothing to do with each other, we, for the most part didn’t speak to each other – in hindsight it wasn’t that big of a change from how we were before, but I felt no nostalgia.
Eventually, my parents arrived, I left and that was it. I never went back to his house, we didn’t play with each other anymore, we didn’t talk to each other anymore, but wasn’t any animosity between us. We were simply done, gone back to being strangers.
It hardly seemed like all the effort I went too was worth it. It was time wasted on something worthless.
-Present-
I guess then, I will be better off without
-Excerpt 1 of a Memory-
It was just another ordinary summer day for most, the sun was out, the sky was clear and sausages sizzled on barbecues – it was hot, and it was serene… bar the mosquitos. But for me and my friend, Jerald, it was the perfect day for what we had arranged over lunch in the playground.
With our parent’s collaboration, it was that Summer Saturday which was to be the first of the many times I would go over to my friend’s house to play. But it was more than that, it was the first time either of us had been to another’s house, or had a friend over in his case.
There was also something else that made this day special; I had received a gift around two months ago - for a certain holiday - and I was dying …show more content…
WARNING: Do not play near stairs or other raised/inclined surfaces. -Excerpt 2 of a Memory-
Playing “Battle Force” seemed like fun at first. We started playing it every day I went over, it soon became all we did together – even our days at school were filled with talking about it. Eventually, I got sick of it… but Jerald just got more obsessed, so I kept bringing it over.
I wanted to do something else, talk about others things we had in common, but I realized I never learned much about Jerald at all. Even before “Battle Force” we weren’t the closest of friends, we certainly played together, in fact he was usually the leader in our games, but we didn’t talk much.
As the months passed by, the seeds of doubt I had would grow their thorns; I was slowly realising the contrived truth. I was no longer sure if we were still friends… or if we were ever truly friends in the first place.
I had thought that by going over to his house, and bringing over my special game, we would become closer. It was ironic that the only thing that did change was the location. All along I wasn’t playing with Jerald as a friend, I was being played with as a …show more content…
I stopped him, and for a moment, he looked confused. Then his face filled up with an unfamiliar disappointment as he slowly realised what I had done. What I saw on his face was all I needed to know to understand that I did not know this person. He had made the mistake of valuing a game above a friend.
If I could have left then and there, I would have, but I didn’t know the way home. I was stuck, reduced to wasting my time here waiting for my parents to pick me up.
The rest of the day was awkward, because Jerald and I had nothing to do with each other, we, for the most part didn’t speak to each other – in hindsight it wasn’t that big of a change from how we were before, but I felt no nostalgia.
Eventually, my parents arrived, I left and that was it. I never went back to his house, we didn’t play with each other anymore, we didn’t talk to each other anymore, but wasn’t any animosity between us. We were simply done, gone back to being strangers.
It hardly seemed like all the effort I went too was worth it. It was time wasted on something worthless.
-Present-
I guess then, I will be better off without