[Day 10] He thinks like a sociopath

There aren’t very many kids my age that live near me. The number is three, total, not counting the one slightly further away who tortured me from 2nd to 6th grade(not Dylan, this is another jerk). We all went to the same elementary school, but only one ended up going to my middle school. She was way too shy and I was way too socially awkward to remain friends for long. So we didn’t.

The closest person my age lives one house over, and his name is Craig. Those of you on the website may know him better as “Adventure Captain Pants”. He went to the middle school across town, but couldn’t get into the high school in that district because they were over capacity or something, so on the first day of high school I found him standing at the bus stop. It was just like old times. We’d been good friends in kindergarten, sitting in the same seat way at the back of the bus, trying to decipher the messages left there by older kids. But he was painfully shy as well, so even though our proximity made it easy to be friends, we never really saw each other before high school.

I can’t tell you how glad I am that he couldn’t get into the high school across town. It took us about half of freshman year, but once we realized we shared a somewhat disturbing sense of humor, an abundance of sarcasm, and a good amount of political agreement, we were fast friends. Craig is the kind of person that I never run out of things to talk about with. When I take him home from school (because we’ve long outgrown the bus), we usually sit outside his house for a half hour, sometimes more just talking. If we didn’t have other things, I have no doubt that we could stay there all night.

Craig can always make me laugh. He’s always there for me, and I’m always there for him. I don’t think there are many details about each others lives that we don’t know. My friend Camden once told me that you can’t be good friends with someone until you’ve cried with them. While I agree, I think there’s a slightly happier alternative. Because if you can’t consider yourself good -even best- friends with someone who stays at your house until one thirty in the morning making YouTube videos and watching creepy movies, then there is something wrong with you.