When I was in college I had a roommate that become one of my dearest friends; I love him like a brother. When we met he had so many answers to many of the questions that troubled me. He brought me out of my shell and taught me to take a bite out of the world before you die. He convinced me that it didn’t matter what other people thought of me, just do what you think is right. I was absolutely convinced he was going places, that he would be somebody.
He called yesterday saying the same things he’s been saying for the past 20 years: next week something big is going to break and his whole life is about to change. He’s going to finally start acting. He’s going to finally get his standup routine down. His uncle is going to get him cast in a new movie (his uncle is very famous, a name you all know). He’s trying to convince me but he’s really trying to convince himself. For 10 years he’s told me next week he’s finally going to take the jump, buy a computer and write a screenplay. He’s never bought a computer. Can’t even get a credit card.
I used to be amazed at how he could keep renewing this fantasy of his, how it perpetuates itself year after year, but I’m not thinking about that too much anymore. Today his life is pathetic and sad, very sad. My friend, who I love, is a loser.