Just Friends: Sidetrack

What obsolete skill are you?

You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it was the international language of diplomacy. It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.You know the importance of communicating 'diplomatically', which for you means both being polite and friendly when necessary and using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when appropriate. Your life is guided by either existentialism or nihilism, depending on the weather. You have a certain appreciation for the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic way of saying that you are a disgusting hedonist. Your problem is that French has been obsolete for a long time.
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I think you ought to know I'm very depressed.

As I gazed at the things I've bought in that elaborate plan to tell Carla that I love her, a heavy uncertainty bore down upon my heart.

I turned to my best friend. "I'm feeling like a businessman about to invest in an American government-linked corporation," I told him.

"You're high on cocaine?"

"Close," I said. "I'm...unsure. I don't know if this will work."

My best friend looked at me, his features clearly indicating his knowledge that what he was going to say to me could significantly shape my future. "Do you think you can live with yourself, never telling her the truth about how you feel for her?" Seeing my inability to answer him, he started for the door. "I should be getting home now - it's late. Think about it man."

My best friend stepped out of my house, leaving me to face my issue with Carla alone for the first time.

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I watched as my best friend's gait bounced out of visual appreciation.

The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?" a feminine voice greeted me. I recognised it instantly.

"Hey Alicia," I said, smiling into the phone.

And so we talked, reminiscing on old times, sharing our views on the present. Alicia and I used to hang out together - a period in which I fell for her beauty and energy. Never having the courage to reveal that fact to her, I eventually grew out of my infatuation for Alicia. Naturally, as a curious individual, I wondered what might have been, but it was nothing emotionally drastic. My mind drifted to those days...

"...and so I made him do cartwheels and act like a milk-obsessed duckbilled platypus!" I found myself saying to her when my mind returned.

She laughed appreciatively. "You're ever so funny," Alicia said.

I found myself blushing.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when we used to date?"

Sweet memories flooded my head. Yet I laughed nervously, unsure where the conversation was headed. "Yeah. And in every one of them I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to appear out of nowhere to tell me I've been punk'd. I couldn't believe I was going out with you." And I meant it positively.

She laughed again. "You never looked it." She paused. "I miss those days."

Alicia was pretty and full of live and love. It was a tremendous feeling to hear someone like her say she enjoyed herself with you. "Me too. Stupid O Levels." We had agreed to stop dating to focus on our O Levels 3 years ago. After that, we tried to date again, but we could never rediscover our momentum against the onsets of life in different junior college. Since then, we saw each other sparsely.

There was a slight pause. Then, she said, "Are you seeing anybody now?"

In my mind, there was only the image of Alicia. That smile. That ponytail. That appreciation of my humour. "N-" I stammered.