Organized Theatre

E. believes most relationships are just two insecure people accidentally directing a tragedy together.

Honestly? Brutal.
Possibly correct.

The thing about E. is that he notices performance instantly because he has absolutely no interest in pretending to be anyone else himself. Which makes other people nervous. Especially boys. One idiot in class made a joke today about gay men and E. replied: “At least we dress intentionally.”

Silence.
Absolute silence.

Then H. nearly choked trying not to laugh. I think people expect him to feel ashamed sometimes and become confused when he clearly doesn’t. He talks about boys openly, critiques everybody equally, and somehow moves through school with more confidence than people twice his age. Meanwhile heterosexual couples spend entire weeks pretending not to be angry while communicating exclusively through psychological warfare.

Very evolved behavior.

After school we walked near the tram stop while cold wind destroyed everyone’s hair and Erick suddenly said: “You take love too seriously.”

Maybe.

But I think he says that because he’s smarter about people than the rest of us. He understands that attraction often has very little to do with logic and almost everything to do with timing, loneliness, ego, fear, boredom, projection, perfume, weather, music, and who looked beautiful once under specific lighting conditions. Which honestly sounds less romantic once explained properly.

ORGANIZED THEATRE.
Remember me,
Eclipse