I wanted to greet you all again, for old time’s sake. Unfortunately, my gap has not gotten smaller; in fact, my calculations tell me it has grown! I’m not an orthodontist, but I excepted these metal brackets to have the adverse effect on my dental extremities.
But do not allow me to dampen this greeting! Hello, friends, it has been a long time!
I’ve been on an extended hiatus for a while now. However, don’t give up on me!! I’m still maybe going to bring it back when I get back into the spirit. For now, you can follow my main blog or other great EEnE blogs out there. Feel free to unfollow this blog for now — if I do restart it, you can always refollow then.
I haven’t checked this blog in forever. Sorry this kind of fell out, eveyone :(
My main blog is anrewhussie.
((Sorry guys, I’m going on hiatus until my personal things are worked out or get better. You can still send me questions, but I won’t be on very much.))
Hello! No, I have not gotten this question before, and it is a very capital (get it?) question, may I add.
However, in regards to whether I keep a certain “allowance” or “secret stash” of capital (now you get it!) for my necessary needs and chores, there is a very definite answer to that………
It’s not at all accurate.
Now, please do not get the incorrect idea! My parents do not view me as irresponsible, nor am I in poverty, nor am I unable to do my household chores! Surely you can trust me that I do all my work readily and get rewarded on it based on the work’s capacity.
Oh no, it’s not me you should blame this one on.
It’s my best friends, the Eds, along with the rest of the Cul-De-Sac kids!
My parents have taught me their share about capitalism and the importance of business and marketing, but they seem to think we take it a step too far in our scams. We use market ploys, unfair tactics, and weak products covered in enthusiastic sales pitches in order to try to raise a too-large sum. Because of this, they do not allow me to carry money with me, at least not until we begin to lose our uhealthily economical obsession with it.
Now, I could easily fix this, if I truly wanted to. I could promise my parents that I would no longer participate in scams, and they would allow me money without question. They have faith in me, and I would stay true to the promise.
But to be honest, I don’t care about the money that much.
I’m sure if Eddy was in my place, he’d banish his entire social sphere of friends in order to hack-off even one quarter from his parents. Believe me, we’ve seen him do so before. But me? I say, to hell with the money! It’s not that important for me! I’d much rather get a jawbreaker when the money is self-earned, and even better, earned along with my friends. I’d rather work for my share.
Plus, scams are just so much fun! We work really hard to create them, and they can become quite elaborate. It’s a good time, even if only for a short while before it crashes and burns.
I know I’m usually a quite compliant son when it comes to the wishes of my parents, but this is something I could never let go. Scams, jawbreakers, and fun with my friends are more important to me than anything. They’re my one exception.
Oh please! What kind of evidence did you base that off of? What, the internet? Was it Wikipedia, might I ask? Oh, oh my, I am quite amused that you use the entire idea of “evidence,” or the notion of a “conclusion” that I have amorous feelings for my best friend?
I find this rich! Now, I don’t know you, and therefore will not form an opinion on you, but either your chemisty is inaccurate, or the signs have been read incorrectly. Eddy and I are best friend, and, ahem, not anything more than best friends! I, of course, am flattered that such an idea even occured to you, but I can assure you, my feelings or amorosity you are detecting may possibly are mistaken for my often animosity at the boy?
Believe me, I for one would never allow myself to fall for such a silly boy! No matter how cool his slicked back hair is, or how heartwarming his smile is, or even how he’s willing to share anything with me — no, none of that even fazes me! I am his friend of all friends, and that is a title much above any romantic partnership!
Besides, don’t you think that even if I ever did feel that way, I would, you know….
At least be brave enough to tell him?
Or would I be so unaware of it, that the thought would never even occur to me until it was mentioned so bluntly?
No matter, this is a preposterous idea. I am not in love with my best friend.
(I don’t know about him, though. I’d imagine he would tell me any time he developed feelings for someone. But who can be sure?)
I would really love to be able to tell you that everything because a social utopia for us Eds once and for all, but unfortunately, that would, as always, be way too lucky for us.
We did get off on being beaten up by the Cul-De-Sac kids for our, err, mistake, but we were only idolized for about a day or so. Kevin even began to rag on us a little for being such cowards and actually trying to run away. Soon, it was as if that little burst of community and togetherness has never happened.
Actually, maybe, once I begin to think about it, that’s not completely true. I guess no one ever brought Eddy’s Brother up again in conversation. And I guess we don’t really bicker about bigger things anymore — it’s more of the usual scams-and-conflicts type things, not really on any bigger scale.
Somehow, I think that if anything were to happen to any of us like what happened to Eddy did, we’d all stand up for each other in the same way. And maybe that’s a type of hidden safety blanket we can all fall into. I don’t know. I could very easily be digging too deeply into the subtle little hints I’ve been picking up. It’s very plausible that the reason is only that we’re all getting older. I really can’t say for sure.
I guess afterwards we weren’t really just kids anymore. We’d had some shared experience, and it made us all grow a little. At least, I like to think it did.