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"I've only lived 18 years, but I don't want to change any of them. They're all part of my life, even the failures." -Makise Kurisu
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman Biography Why I Wrote The Yellow Wallpaper (Charlotte Perkins Gilman) The Yellow Wallpaper (Audio Text) The Yellow Wallpaper Rewrite For this one I was tasked with rewriting a part from The Yellow Wallpaper, I choose the ending, and writing about a time where someone's else actions impacted be negatively. So I decided to write about the last New Years Eve party I went to and how the eventually led to the end of a friendship. In all honesty in probably was for the better, but the months leading up to my friends and I finally saying we had enough were freaking rough and I still lost a friend. He wasn't a good friend by any stretch of the word, but it's still a sad thing to lose someone in your life. A Negative Impact Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time! Thankfully Jane soon found the two of us, but she was so cross with me for tearing up that horrid yellow wallpaper all she could do was weep and wake up John. I tried to talk to them but no matter what I said they wouldn’t even acknowledge me. They did a curious thing though. They cleaners come to the house. On the day right before we leave? I thought it rather strange but decide to pay them no mind like they’ve been doing to me. We had one very simple rule to follow that New Year’s Eve. Don’t let the parents know who’s underage. It’s the most obvious thing to do when you’re drinking underage at someone else’s house. Those that drove that night left our wallets in our respective cars and those that didn’t drive just didn’t bring them. It’s was supposed to be so simple, but we didn’t account for the dumbass that was John. Now this guy has done absolutely idiotic stuff in the past (if I could share half the stories), but this was just stupid. So, a bunch of people are at this person’s house for New Year’s Eve and just a quick side note, this person’s house is just a what the hell am I even looking at kind of house. The hedges out front was cut into irregular shapes, trapezoids, pyramids, and the like, and the house itself looked like a giraffe. The outside tile was randomly designed light brown tiles randomly placed at odd distances and patterns with thick cream white concrete running throughout. Any way let’s jump to a little past 11pm and the party is in full swing. Drunken karaoke is happening in the living room, the hottest songs of the year being slurred out. Fighting games are being played a few rooms down with cheers and boos echoing throughout the house. The food that was prepared has been thoroughly destroyed by this point. Now during the whole party, the parents of the house have been keeping watch and making sure nothing got too out of hand and for some reason John though it was a smart idea to pull out his wallet and leave it out in the open. Now I can’t blame his parents for looking at his ID. With a house full of young twenty somethings some of which are known to be underage and aren’t drinking, I can understand wanting to make sure the law is being upheld so that nothing can come back to bite them in the ass. So, he got barred from ever coming back to that house, the party immediately ended, those that were drinking were the only ones allowed to stay the night, and a lot of the friendships he had at the party took a big hit. Now how did this all affect me I can hear you asking. I had to deal with the god damn aftermath from all of this. A good number of those friendships he fucked up were my friends and I. The coming months he got more and more toxic towards us because he felt we were “being unfair” about the whole situation. The amount of drunk texts and calls I got from him either begging for forgiveness or cursing me out is too much to even count. Our weekly Dungeons and Dragons game would turn into us either making sure he didn’t drink himself sick or get so high he passed out. He would never want to hangout anywhere else other than his house because if we did he wouldn’t be able to drink or smoke… I also think it’s because he wanted to have control. Thankfully we soon had enough and went our separate ways. I did learn a very important lesson from all of this. Toxic friends are not worth keeping, there’s only so much reasoning and discussion you can have with a person before you have to decide that they’re never going to change and you’re better off without them. John’s behavior wasn’t anything new, but the New Years Ever brought it into clarity.
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Amir
10/10/2018 08:20:10 am
LOL!!!
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Nick D'AversaWriter, outstandingly good at mouthing along to songs, level 9 Dragonborn Blood Hunter, and just trying to figure out what in the hell I'm doing. Archives
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