“In my eyes, she is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”


Ah, the beauty of relationships with fellow humans!  As you’ve probably already guessed, this post will be on social relationships and all their amazing and annoying pitfalls.  First, it’s key to address that all relationships are different, and are on different levels.  That’s why we have best friends, friends, and friendly acquaintances right?  It’s also why we have family, friends, and “significant other.”

First is friendships.  They can be so dangerous to children, and especially teenagers.  Normally when you get to be an adult you’ve already located the friends you want to be in your life, but this can still apply to adults.  Friends are the people you can trust no matter what you do.  They forgive, the make fun, and they never leave you alone (That sounds like a bad thing, but it’s really not).  Friends don’t stop talking when you say you don’t want to talk about it, and they know when to be quiet when you’ve had enough.  Conversations with friends make you feel better (and they make me laugh with my friends).  Friends know every secret and they accept you just the way you are rather than trying to change you.  Lots of teenagers can’t identify a true friend from a manipulator.  I think that’s why the trust fall was invented…..but I would never trust my friends that much.  The thing always to remember is that a friend will know everything about you, and you will know everything about them.  If it’s only a one way street, you have a problem there.

Family.  The people you have to love, but pretend to hate.  Here is a personal example of what family is really like.  I was talking to my mother the other day, and I jokingly compared her to Hitler.  Your family knows when you are kidding around, and they know how to take the joke.  My mom normally just shrugs my sarcastic insults off or thumps me over the head with a smile.  I don’t think people get our family dynamic.  They think my family is too tough on me, but, in my family, we’re tough on each other.  We’re just a tough family.  We support each other, knock each other down a couple pegs when we need it, and we push through challenges together.  That’s what a family should be like.  There is respect, love, and understanding.  And with siblings there is a mutual understanding that in public you have no idea who that weirdo-person-that-may-secretly-be-related-to-you is.

Significant other.  This has to be the most frightening relationship out of all of the ones you will ever face.  It requires masks to be taken off and walls to be knocked down.  On both sides.  All social relationships should be mutual, but this one needs to be a partnership.  I always use this: I don’t want someone to stand behind me, and I don’t want someone to stand in front of me as a protector.  I want someone who will take my hand and stand by my side in the face of our demons.  That’s how married couples stay married.  It takes two to tango (in almost everything).  You have a partner while dancing, and you have a partner while fighting.  Yes, it is terrifying to let someone in to your bruised heart, but doing that can heal it all together.  You can’t push them away if they get too close, or you’ll end up losing them.  Your heart is going to be broken over and over again, so it’s probably best you have a needle and thread ready to stitch it back up.  That’s what love is like.  Torture, fright, exhaustion, but completion, warmth, and strength.  It’s someone to lean on, and someone who can lean on you.

That’s the beauty of relationships.  They’re supposed to be mutual things for two people.  Ah, social relationships 🙂

The quote (as usual) is from my book.  *See drawing below*

Endiki <3

Endiki ❤


“If you show up without a date, I’ll wear a dress.”

The Lonely Beauty

Rumors have always floated around about her. She’s that girl. People are so intimidated by her beauty, sheik sense, intelligence, and tastes that she is on a higher level than the rest of us. The boys are too scared to talk to her, and she never has once approached a boy. Some people wonder if she’s gay, but I don’t think that’s so, because she never has eyed or approached a girl either. I’ve never seen any friendly people who’ll approach her; she just keeps to herself in her corner by the window. She’s always the first one to class, with a 2000 page book open and headphones playing classical music. The girls won’t approach her either. I think they’re jealous of the way boys talk about her.

It’s a dare amongst us guys to walk up to her one day and flirt with her, but none of us ever do. She seems so perfect in the pale sunlight of the morning that us lowly humans dare not speak to the angel. Besides that, she is never in Language Arts class with us. Everyone thinks it’s because she’s some kind of “special case” kid. Our friendship with her has never reached past the level of “distant admiration.” The farthest I’ve ever gotten is to ask her for a pencil when mine broke. I remember her voice and the way it hit me. Soft, friendly, calm, but a little bit lower than I had expected, like she had a hidden strength behind her graceful appearance. I still have the pencil; she’s never asked for it back.

My desk sits next to hers in the back row of the class. I’m probably the one closest to her in any way, but I only know her name: Isabelle. She goes by Belle though, rather than Izzy. I can hear how much she writes when we’re in class, but she’s never taking notes. Most of the time it’s a poem or a sad sketch of a girl that looks very similar to her. Yet, she’s the smartest girl in our class.

It is one normal day when I finally take the guys’ dare. We are all hanging around in study hall (our teacher has fallen into his normal, steady sleep) and all of us are messing around. It’s a normal thing for us to dare each other to do it on a daily basis, but today I look back to see her writing with her head slouched on her hand with headphones on. I can’t resist my itching curiosity to know what she’s always writing. I stand up from my position against the front of a desk and stride over coolly, standing before her. It takes her a minute to realize I’m there, but once she does, she pulls the headphones off and gives me a nice, warm smile of perfect, straight, white teeth.

“Hello!” She greets me, putting her pencil down and waiting to hear what I want.

“Whacha writing?” I ask, moving her arm slightly to read the title of the poem. It reads “The Lonely Beauty.” Understandably, she covers the pages immediately, embarrassed that I saw that.

In that moment, I understand her very well. We never understood how our distance made her feel. She had it all: brains, beauty, talent, and brawn, but we put her so high on her pedestal, that none of us ever considered that she might be lonely. Lonely beauty is quite the accurate title. Because, if you don’t have friends, no amount of anything will ever fill that hollow feeling in your soul.

Sometimes I wonder if people really know what they do when they place someone on a pedestal.  It’s nice to admire and respect someone, but to view someone as untouchable is a very lonely existence for them.  Here we have that moral presented in the form of a nice, short story from the POV of a young boy in high school.  I hope you liked it 🙂 And I plan to make one every week for a couple weeks to present new morals.  It’s a more fun and creative way of showing my views.

Lonely Beauty