Friendship is an interesting thing. Sometimes it takes just a moment for relative strangers to click into the best of friends. Perhaps something in the air but there's a certain chemistry, maybe even a sense of telepathic simpatico between two that makes them immediately suited to be best friends.
Rare though do we find the opposite happening where erstwhile friends get instantly dropkicked from the shining summit of compadre crag down the frightening slopes of brief transients into the forgotten depths of faceless anonymity. Yet when it comes to closeted individuals, it happens often enough. For them, there are always the so-called 'gay' friends comprising of those flirty fabulous fags and their hag stag dependents. Basically those in the know.
And then there are the supposed those who know not. As in the sadly undiscerning few they blithely assume ( usually erroneously ) have not deciphered the cryptic code of their covert campiness as yet. So obviously the fags must always be screened and hidden from the few for fear of the ship overturning.
David : Oh my friends brought me.
Paul : Oh who! When do we meet them?
David : Oh not friends. Colleagues.
Paul : Oh.
David : Oh not colleagues. Acquaintances.
Paul : Oh.
David : Oh not acquaintances. Strangers.
Paul : Next stage would be people who don't really exist, right? Imaginary friends?
Really. Didn't take more than five minutes for best friends to turn into relative strangers that he used to know. At least we know who turned over their friends and family to the Gestapo at the simple snap of a finger.
Just like Gotye said it.
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| Best friends forever? Or at least till someone walks by? |
Rare though do we find the opposite happening where erstwhile friends get instantly dropkicked from the shining summit of compadre crag down the frightening slopes of brief transients into the forgotten depths of faceless anonymity. Yet when it comes to closeted individuals, it happens often enough. For them, there are always the so-called 'gay' friends comprising of those flirty fabulous fags and their hag stag dependents. Basically those in the know.
And then there are the supposed those who know not. As in the sadly undiscerning few they blithely assume ( usually erroneously ) have not deciphered the cryptic code of their covert campiness as yet. So obviously the fags must always be screened and hidden from the few for fear of the ship overturning.
David : Oh my friends brought me.
Paul : Oh who! When do we meet them?
David : Oh not friends. Colleagues.
Paul : Oh.
David : Oh not colleagues. Acquaintances.
Paul : Oh.
David : Oh not acquaintances. Strangers.
Paul : Next stage would be people who don't really exist, right? Imaginary friends?
Really. Didn't take more than five minutes for best friends to turn into relative strangers that he used to know. At least we know who turned over their friends and family to the Gestapo at the simple snap of a finger.
Just like Gotye said it.
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