Goldie Gold and Action Jack

Around 20 minutes after that last entry, i felt like such utter crap that i decided to go to bed at around 10-30 which, in relative terms, is very early for me. Im a night person, the house is empty, and theres no one around to irritate me. I do stupid things like put on random songs on full volume and dance around the corridors. I can be myself.

As a friend of mine said when i asked her how she deals with having 9 relatives staying at her place, "I own the nights, no one can take them away from me."

Anyway, there i was lying in bed, doing my usual beathing-meditation exercises which help me clear my head and my phone starts beeping. Who is it? One of the few people who matter to me, someone who i once called goldie gold due to his blonde hair and green eyes. I smiled, and thought back to the days when goldie was loved by every single girl in school, from the young to the old, the beautiful and not so beautiful, the intelligent and not so intelligent. A guy in karachi who looked like a foreigner, it just didnt happen that often. He was the ultimate "stud" and any girl who even got to speak to him was envied by the entire school.
But for me, goldie was so so so different. He was the guy who would willingly drop me home even when i was completely out of the way, just because he enjoyed my company. He was the flirt who complained about the cold so that all of us girls would give him bear hugs so that he could get "heated up". We would have the perviest conversations, he was practically my source of sex education. The drives in his car were some of the best times of my life, just driving and driving, with pink floyd blasting out of his deck (and we took great pride in bieng the only two who actually knew the lyrics.) He was such an idiot, knew nothing about politics, but always listened when i spoke of random countries and how unfair their legal systems were to women. When he was drunk, I was the person holding him up, and then letting him go because he said he was capable of standing on his own two feet (he collapsed within excactly two seconds.) He was my bitching partner, I was his agony aunt, and together, we could take over the world.Goldie, is by far, one of the nicest and most genuine people ive ever met, so obviously when i read his message i burst out laughing.

"Life sucks monkey balls." He writes

"You forgot to mention circus elephant dick" I reply

"So your sad for no reason also huh?" He writes

"And you are too?" I reply

"You tend to forget that we are pretty much the same person, I had a shitty day so i figured that you did too." He writes

"Life is a turd, but you make it less smelly" I reply

"Love you too" He writes

Thanks for the 295624969248 minutes of happiness goldie.

(No, im not in love with him, it would be like having a crush on your brother.)