Responsibility gets an unfortunate reputation when you consider your entire friendship.
When we were young that dude was a butthead. He didn't share his toys and, even worse, he always played by the rules. There was no peeking in hide n' seek for him.
In high school, responsibility had this weird glow of possibility. He seemed like a guy who could open doors for you so you could one day do what you wanted as a career. Needless to say, for me, responsibility and I were somewhat best friends in high school.
College came and, as most friendships do, ours was put to the test. Responsibility seemed a bit too uptight on weekends and I'll be the first to admit I rarely invited him to the best of parties. In retrospect, it may or may not have been the best idea.
Then, in some freak radioactive explosion accident, responsibility slammed into me as I stepped off the graduation platform. Before I could formulate questions, our hip bones ground together and meshed into a thick soup.
NOTICE: Life would never be the same. Or so I thought...
Imagination was always a cool dude, though.
If I remember right, he was the crazy kid on the playground. We hung out every now and then, and he always had fantastic ideas, like building rocket ships and forts where we could cut ourselves off from the world and live in peace with our friendship. (Was imagination gay or just selfish with his friends?)
He opened our minds to the Real World while he kept his head in the clouds. It goes without saying that imagination may have had tough times at home, but he was always smiling.
In college, though, imagination slowly turned in on himself. His drinking got out of control and he started to get a bit lazy. His rambling ideas about the world started to sound more and more unrealistic and, honestly, a bit bonkers. I mean, how can anyone eat fast food for an entire month? Or choreograph a dance on treadmills? Or even make a movie about a vagina with teeth? Dude got weird.
But somehow I miss him.
SIDE-STEP: Now imagination needs a kidney and responsibility is the only one with a matching blood type. Sure, there is the possibility of death, for either, but to not try is to not success.
Funny story is that once you opened your eyes to it, responsibility and imagination could actually get along. Responsibility loosens up enough to debate imagination into a corner on occasion and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy. Imagination still has his head in the clouds when his kidney doesn't hurt and he even got a job with health benefits, thanks to his new friend, responsibility.
The two of them think it's possible to make a magazine for my friends. There was also talk of making some really weird films and even running around the country like a fugitive in our spare time.
This may be the start to a beautiful friendship.
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