Dramatic Monolouge; Writing and Speech, grade 10.
Another piece I wrote for school last year, and again, I'm just posting for fun and to let you guys read. :)
Why do I have to explain this to you again? I’ve explained it before, and don’t need to get into it again. Every time you ask me something, or see me do something that you think I shouldn’t do, then later, when I’m not around, you’ll tell me that you don’t approve. That is if you don’t. I’m sick and tired of that, and of your constant nagging. You call me one of your best friends, one of the two people you trust and would tell everything to. Yet you seem to find something wrong in everything I do.
Every time I tell you something, you seem to understand why I’m telling you it. Yet, later, when we’re talking on the computer or on the phone, you seem to find something wrong with the same idea. Remember a few years ago? I had been sick for about two weeks, and my mom wanted to take me to the doctors. We were sure it was nothing, but because I had a busy week coming up, we wanted to make sure that I wasn’t doing too much. When I told you that I was going to the doctors later, you seemed fine about it, glad that we’d be able to hang out tomorrow after school if I wasn’t sick. While I was gone though, having left my screen name set as “away”, you sent numerous messages, saying that “I didn’t need to go” or that “my mom was worrying for no reason”. Maybe she was worrying too much; maybe it didn’t make any sense to go to the doctors for “just a cold”. But it’s not up to you to decide what my parents do, that’s the way they want to raise me, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
Then, only a few weeks later, you asked me who I was closer too, you or your younger brother. I said I couldn’t choose one of you over the other, and even if I had too, I wasn’t going to tell either of you. Yet, no matter what I said, you were insistent on me telling you, and not only that, you were insistent on me choosing you. That’s not what a friend does, or at least what I think a friend should do. No one should ever be forced to have to choose between two friends, and definitely ones who live in such close quarters. I don’t feel, under any good conscious, I could choose you or your brother without hurting the other. And, even if I were to have to choose one of you, I can’t without knowing I’m going to hurt the other, that’s why I refused to tell you. The two are both my best friends, since I’ve known both of you since you were born. Yes, there have been some things I’ve told you but not your brother, and some things I’ve told him but not you. And that may bother you. You want to know everything and he’s not allowed too, because he’s younger, and more childish than you.
In reality though, to be completely honest, a lot of the stuff you’ve said about your brother isn’t true. Yes, he’s three years younger than you, and yes, he can be an annoying little brat sometimes. But, he’s got a good head on his shoulders too. Just because he’s younger doesn’t mean he knows nothing about friendships and their ups and downs. He’s been back-stabbed by his friends; lied to by people he trusted the most, and seemed that, some days, he never had a friend to sit with at lunch. I’m not saying you haven’t had a hard time with your friends too, since you have, but you always tell him that he doesn’t know what it’s like to be back-stabbed by someone you trust, not have any friends.
Your ups and downs with friends were understandable, feelings like they were all “popular” and you weren’t. You thought that people who ignored you, or were rude to you, were the popular people and, under no circumstances, could you talk to them. It was if they had a horrible disease and you would die if you looked at them. That it seemed like everyone had the coolest styles and you had the cheaper, not as expensive, things that they didn’t have. But why does that matter? Why do you feel the need to define a person based on their personality because of what they wear, who they hang out with or what their cell phone or iPod looks like? That’s not being back-stabbed by a friend, that’s shutting people out because you’re jealous of what they have. And, right now, I could say I agree with your brother, because, you don’t know what it feels like to be back-stabbed. To have such close a friend who you trust explicitly, someone who would be able to hear all your thoughts and feelings, and not negate a single one of them; and then, have them tell you that everything you do is wrong.
That’s not how a friend should act, and no, I don’t want to hear your side of the story. I’ve heard it before, the “oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t know it bothered you. I won’t say it again.” Those days are over; I’ve heard you say that one too many times. Even with the closest of friends, friends who thought that they would be “BFF” until the day they died can have a friendship fall apart. And that’s what’s happened here, no matter what you say to me, or expect me to say to you, it’s not going to change anything. You always expect me to forgive you, and say “that’s what friends do” but that’s not what friends should do. Friends shouldn’t lie to the other then expect someone to forgive them, no matter how close they are. I believe in second chances, but you’re gotten way more than that, and if you can’t accept that, then I’m sorry. It’s time to move on.
Again, feel free to comment. :)