- So she broke up with you because you lost your job?
Erick nodded, still drying his tears from before. His best friend Juliette paced in front of him, in his room. He had finally come out of his bedroom covers and Juliette had forced him to open the curtains. Now, all that was left was to talk.
- I don’t get it…
- Not that. Why did they fire you?
Erick gulped down some orange juice Juliette had brought him and looked to a point by the window, probably remembering the moment he had been fired.
- They said I was too focused on my personal life.
- So you lost your job because of her and left you because you lost the job she made you loose?
Again he nodded and he started crying again. This time, however, Juliette did not try to stop him from doing it. Why would she? He had been the one guilty of his firing and that was the real tragedy in all of this. Nothing else mattered, not even that silly brunette.
- I love her.
- No, you don’t.
- I do!
- You’re obsessed with her. And frankly, I don’t see why.
- She’s smart and beautiful.
- No, she’s not. She’s a fucking bitch.
Erick stopped crying and lamenting himself. He stared at her friend, confused.
- What? You really didn’t know she’s a pain in the ass? Always complaining, always thinking she’s better than everyone else because she has had money to travel the goddamn world?
- You didn’t know… My God!
Juliette had finally had it so she stepped out of Erick’s bedroom and went for the kitchen. It was very early but she knew he kept some alcohol in the house for parties. Right enough, she found a can of beer and drank half of it on one go. Erick came out of his bedroom and sat down in his sofa, just in front of the kitchen.
- I didn’t know you hated her so much.
- I don’t hate her. I don’t know her that well.
- But you…
- I just don’t like her attitude. She comes off as arrogant and preachy; always thinking her way is the one to go. And she’s not that smart.
- Why do you say that?
Erick’s friend had another big sip of beer and looked at the can instead of him when speaking.
- She thought your birthday was in February.
- It’s in August.
- I know. She also said that day in the gallery she did not know what all the fuss was with all that “homosexual art”. She said it was wrong to give them too many liberties.
- But that was Alex’s expo.
- I know.
- And she’s gay.
- I know!
- Why would she say that?
- Not smart. Told you.
For a while, they did not say another word. Juliette was busy trying to know what to say next, hopefully helping her friend and putting him in the right path towards a fast recuperation from all of this and for him to begin to worry about the job, which was the biggest lost he had suffer. However, Erick was still thinking about his former girlfriend, remembering every single time they had been together. It had been a nice ten months, in which he had lots of fun. They had laughed together and enjoyed nice moments but now he realized he had been in the presence of several comments and things she did or say that hadn’t shocked him back then but now they made more sense.
- What are you thinking?
- She didn’t like dogs.
- And she didn’t like any of you.
Again, Juliette smiled.
- I knew that.
- She always told me, in very well thought words that all of you weren’t really funny or nice to be with. But I didn’t realize what she was really saying until now.
- It’s ok. You’re not the first person to hook up with a crazy woman.
- But it is my first time.
Juliette did not know what to respond to that. She finished her beer, threw the can away and sat down by Erick. She had been friends with him for over ten years now and she had seen him in every single state one can imagine a person to be. She had seen him immensely happy and also very sad. Excited, crying, yelling out of rage, insane… They were friends and she just wanted him to be all right.
- You’re worried about the job, right?
- I think it’s the most important thing right now.
- Maybe… But to tell you the truth I was getting tired to be there.
- You made great money.
- But it was the job my dad had found for me thanks to his buds in the business. I want to make something of my own.
- That’s great but how? Work by demand?
- Maybe. I don’t know… I was beginning to do things there like a robot, just like the same thing over and over again and I…
- Are you sure?
Erick looked straight and his friend’s eyes.
- Of course. I know that you think that because of what happened I’m trying to find an excuse for it but I really didn’t feel right working there anymore.
- That doesn’t matter anymore. Now it’s all-new again and you can decide what to do and what not do, in every sense possible. If you want to look for a different job, I guess it’s only a matter of finding it. It’s hard but you’ll get there.
- And about…?
- That can wait. You don’t have to be with someone to feel you’re worth anything. Actually, it’s when you’re single that you realize how much you can do and what are your strengths, your weaknesses.
- You really think so?
- You have to know yourself before getting it on with someone else. I think.
They smiled at each other and then they did something they did not do very often: they hugged. They then talked a bit about Juliette’s life but she didn’t want to take all the attention to herself. She told Erick she had to go to her mother’s, so that could be his first time alone and thinking about his future. Or better, not to think about anything and just enjoy himself in his place.
Juliette left and Erick decided to try and have a nice day. He downloaded a couple of movies he had always loved, he decided to have a shower first and in the shower, he realized he wanted Chinese food for lunch so he ordered that when he was still holding his towel by the waist. In the bathroom again, after brushing his teeth, he took off the towel and took a look at himself. His eyes were read and his skin was pale, lifeless. He needed to get some sun too but maybe he could leave that for the next day.
His delivery arrived fast and he received it in his boxers. Just like that, he sat down on his bed, by the laptop, and watched the first movie, an animated one. At one point he cried, but because of the movie and not what he had gone through. Actually, the next time he thought about his ex was the following morning when she called him on his cellphone. But he didn’t answer the call and decided to go have breakfast with Juliette.
Eventually, he would find a job and maybe a new girlfriend. But Erick had learned that he had no idea who he really was, not entirely at least. And he wanted to know desperately before anyone else. If he didn’t, life just couldn’t be lived properly and what’s the fun in that?