The biggest difference, in my own opinion that is, between humans and objects is our emotions. Though I'm thoroughly grateful I'm not, say, a fishbowl- I wish I had that freedom from emotions sometimes. An object won't feel love, true, but it wouldn't mind or even notice the difference when your best friend fights with you, and you end up never speaking again. And objects have the dignity not to over-analyze their faults and bitch to their second best friend, who- by the way, is still more friends with your new ex-super-best-friend than he is with you.
"Kenny? Am I boring?"
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Here Kyle Broflovski goes again- getting depressed and off in his own little emo-world."
"Thanks..." I muttered and glared at the floor. We were sitting in my kitchen, the rest of my family out running errands or at Ike's friend's house.
Kenny isn't a bad person, don't get him wrong, but he sure as hell isn't good at pick-me-up speeches. He's too truthful. I know this, but it isn't as if I have anyone else to try and talk to. Kenny at least knows when he's done something wrong, but usually only after he sees your reaction to what he's just said. And usually, (unfortunately) when Kenny thinks he's done something wrong, he just up and leaves. Gives up. Walks away silently. From school, relationships- everything. I know this as well, so I'm a bit grateful that he decides I'm worthy enough to try again.
"You're not boring, Kyle. It's just that sometimes it can get a little anoy- umm... repetitive when you force useless facts down our throats or get into one of your 'I hate the world and all who inhabit it' moments. I mean, you can only expect us to listen to you scream your head off at Cartman or snap at random people on the street and then have to apologize for you so many times."
"So you're saying I'm anger-prone and self-centered now?" This was not a good idea. I should have went to someone else. But again- who? "And when have I ever snapped at anyone?"
"No no! Just... you're not self-centered, really. But I'm seriously not even going to get on the subject of how you lose your cool and start fighting with anyone who walks by."
"Okay, so I'm a bitchy, loathing narcissist then? Thanks Ken." I knew he wouldn't know what being narcissistic was, but I felt entitled to a few Kyle-moments where I'm not forced to tone down my vocabulary every now and then. But... Kenny's had to deal with me since pre-school, he might have picked up on some words. alright... I'm just lowering my own self-esteem now...
Apparently, I'm not going to find out if he knows the word, because Kenny just sits there silently. Just like he always does when hes deciding to-
"Sorry... See you later Ky."
There. And he's gone.
I fold my arms over my face and let my mind battle between bouts of anger and sadness for a while.
Kenny isn't going to come back.