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For Every You There is a Me.
Every now and then, reality steps up and slaps you in the face.
A tale of two friends. Names changed to protect the guilty.
For the sake of this story, I’m going to call myself John. That’s not going to make any difference, is it?
First friend, Jeffrey.
A nice guy, funny and smart, caught between two worlds.
Aren’t we all.
His wedding was coming up on the Gold Coast. I guess for him, it was time to choose between one world or the other.
Yeh, sure I’ll be coming to your wedding.
The truth? I was depressed, broke, in a work and relationship crisis, and spending too much time intoxicated. Just the airfare would have drained the last dollar out of my bank account.
I didn’t make it.
Someone from his outer world had fucked up his inner world, and that was that — he never spoke to me again. That’s not on him, it’s on me. Excuses mean nothing. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
Second friend, Jason.
A charming guy, sardonic and clever, caught between two worlds.
