Last night I got high. Alot of things screamed through my mind that I have kept buried.
I was watching Step Brothers last night, and was having a great time. The movie was hilarious and all was well. Will Ferrels character actually has a real brother. This guy is a dick and treats Ferrels character like crap. At the end of the movie, Ferrel and Rileys character play that one really beautiful Andrea Boccelli song, and it makes Ferrels real brother have a flashback to a time when they were young and best friends, and brothers, real brothers that cared about eachother and used to be best friends. At this point I started crying, because it stirred up this deep emotion inside of me. It made me think about the passing of time, and how much I wish things never changed. The first thing I thought about was how much I missed him, the brother I remembered, the one who I’d stay up late with and watch dragon ball z, or family guy. The one who I’d play video games with, and go biking to the park with. I thought about how the spunky young boy who used to put a smile on everyones face now made everyone around him so sad. I look at him and remember the young boy who used to be so happy and carefree, and I wonder what happened that made him change into this person I hardly recognize. I miss him. I miss my brother. I think about what i’ve done to him in the past that could have led him to this point. I always had to make everything a competition, it was who I was, it was how I gained love from the only place I could, my parents. I worry that my need for attention secluded him from the family, from me. I remember stuffing him in a garbage can at school when he I was in grade 9, just so I could look cool infront of everyone and hopefully have people like me, but instead I just embarresed him infront of everyone. It makes me feel sick and ashamed to know that I inflicted that kind of pain onto someone I cared about the most, someone who still loved me when not very many people did. It’s these moments that I wish I could take back…maybe things would be different, maybe he would be happier person…maybe we would have been closer….maybe if I never left him out of time with my friends he would want to spend time with us now. He never had friends on our street growing up, there was no one his age. I never let him hang around with any friends I had, because I was so greedy with their time. Looking back I wish I would have included him more, to give him our friendship, but as a kid you never think outside of your own selfishness…at least I didn’t.
That then led me to think about the other people in my life that I care about, like my friends. I feel like I keep losing them one by one, and soon none of them will be left. I remember being best friends with Nick. We’d drive to school together everyday, grab food together, play hacky sack, and go to the gym and work out together. He was someone I could count on to be there, to be the friend I needed. Over the last couple of years though i;ve been feeling this crack between us grow larger and larger. We don’t talk anymore. We never did alot, but I remember talking on the beach to him in Mexico, and thinking for the first time that he actually wanted to share what he was thinking with me, that he actually wanted to make himself vulnerable to me, and I felt so lucky that he could be open with me. That there are the times where he’s helped me when I was really upset, about Krista or whatever else. He showed some of the best qualities that I admire most, like the ability to be someone who can just listen to your problems and make you feel better about everything that’s going wrong. Now it seems like the only time he wants to talk to me or hang out is if we are out with the group. I know I’ve done so many wrong things, like pushing him into doing things that he wasn’t comfortable doing. Maybe I never respected him for the person he was, and was too busy trying to shape him into the person I thought he should be. I’m sorry for that Nick. I just want us to be close again, to feel like we’re more than just acquaintances, and I’m afraid that you’ve just moved on to greener pastures.
Lately I’ve felt that I’m losing that same closeness with Murray. I know that everyone’s back in school and moving on with their lives, but I kind of feel like I’m being left behind. Murray seems so busy lately, and so fulfilled with what he’s doing. One of the things I think we used to connect most about was our feeling of being lost. Some of my favourite memories are of us talking all night about things we were unsure of, about the universe and society and ourselves. I remember the first time we had a deep talk in his poker room, and afterwards feeling so connected, so comfortable with myself because someone thought about the same things I did… I wasn’t alone. We’ve had so many good times together, and now I feel like I’m not a part of them anymore. He has so much stuff going on in his life, that I feel left out, unimportant. I’m so happy that he is finding himself and his passion, but at the same time I feel sad because I feel like I’m being left behind. I still feel so confused, and now everyone seems to have their lives on a specific road, while I’m still at the 4-way deciding which way to turn.
I’m so afraid to grow up and leave everything behind. Since I’ve been a kid I’ve always wanted to be an adult, have a family, and put my childhood behind me. Now that these choices are finally coming to me, I want to go back and relive all the times that I took for granted. I wish I could become better friends with Bawa and Jon. Bawa’s been a great friend, but I could never connect on the same level I did with the others. We’ve had great times, and he’s defiantly someone that is so important to me but I just feel like I’ve never gotten the chance to really open up and talk with him. I feel kind of left out because he seems to have this great friendship with everyone else, and I just feel kind of left to the the side. I really want to open up that friendship and learn more about him, but it’s hard for me to do, because I’m afraid that I’ll never measure up to Jon or Nick or Murray.
I wish I could bring my brother back, I wish I could redo it all, but I’m afraid to even relive my memories, because a lot of the time it brings up this terrible ache in my heart, and I just feel even more out of control. I am trying to make this work, to change my thinking, because maybe I just have a problem moving away from the past and living in the present, but still, deep inside of me I wish I could have it all, to have all those memories in the past and keep living them, while still movie forward into the future and making new memories. The future scares me, change scares me, because for the past 4 years my life has been amazing, and I don’t want it to change. I hope that whoever reads this knows that I care, I want to make things the best they possibly can be.
Love you all,
Kevan