May 16th, 2008
Duel
The words today are more or less lifted verbatim from a text message a friend sent me. I appear to have pirate friends. I am more than okay with that.
Have you ever come out of a duel (fatal or otherwise, gunpowder at sea or otherwise) relieved, better friends?
Transcriptorial: We spent the day at sea and reek / of gunpowder. / It was a good day, wasn't it?
Growing up with one of my best friends, we lived in a constant intellectual contest. We would have couple-hour long talks into the night on weekends, discussing life, learning new things from each other’s point of view, but also counting the times one of us would make a counterpoint that either completely baffled the other, or simply proved him wrong.
It took one of these talks for us to realize how counterproductive this was becoming.
Then we split ways, for reasons independent of us. I don’t see him much anymore.
Looking back, I would prefer the contest to this silence.
So they were fishing?
Fishing with gunpowder is Serious Fishing. I imagine throwing kegs of it over the side of the rocking rowboat.
Ok. So if this text message was from your friend, you know exactly what they were doing. Were they shooting fireworks off over the ocean?
Also, if you had a fatal duel, how could either come out of better friends?
Oh no, he wasn’t really fishing. He was acting for a movie or TV show or something. So there was some kind of pistol duel on a boat, but I guess I will have to wait for the final cut to know.
Davey’s “fishing” comment reminded me of cartoon fishing with gunpowder barrels.
I guess you would have to have a terrible friendship if death improved it. But in another sense, after someone is gone (whether literally dead or just out of your life), you sometimes appreciate them more.
Shoot I figur’d for shoor they was fishin.
When my boyfriend and I have disagreements, we usually emerge closer, with a better understanding of each other. I don’t know if it’s that I love him that we grow or whether we would grow regardless of my love for him…
BUT, I’ve confronted one friend about some things he did and attitudes he had that bothered me and I thought we came away better…that the friendship had progressed, but no less than 2 days later I walked up as he was talking behind my back. He saw me and lamely tried to cover his tail. I respect him less, and his recent behavior towards others has revealed that he is insincere (and insecure), so now I take his behavior less personally and chalk it up to “people aren’t perfect.” It still hurt a lot, though.