Contrary to how this chronicle looks like at first, this doesn’t necessarily involve the women of my life. It is about everything I want to remember.

Think of this as the narration of How I Met Your Mother. Actually, this was inspired by that. An old man telling the story of his life in great detail as if it was just yesterday. Don’t we all want to make sure those memories are still kept until we’re older? What if one day, God forbid, I lost my memories? What if I die early? I did not write everything down in journals. Someday, even if these were just highlights, I can turn this into a book I could actually give my best friends for life.

All of them were part of my life, but to protect identities, the names had been changed, Including mine.

The Night my Best Friend Snapped
From Season 4: Dancing in the moonlight

It’s the year after I graduated college. I belong to a close group of friends also known as the Eagle Corps (not the real name of the group either). There was me, Terry McGinnis, my best friend  Mark Kent and 5 other guys who I will introduce some other day. We were all just starting our careers, enjoying our first few paychecks… except for Mark.

Mark was still finishing some subjects that he failed because of some relationship matters, particularly with the evil Black Cat. She just left him out of the blue for another man. Because I was already enjoying my life with my moonlight and the rest of us were going through the transitions of life, none of us really knew how broken Mark was at that time.

We haven’t really seen each other a lot back then because of our other priorities, but we planned to meet up and have dinner somewhere far. We always joke around (that always was a given). We could play jokes on each other because none of us are offended by it. We had this hierarchy of people who we normally can pick on and usually, I’m somewhere on the top. Mark was somwhere below me, and on that day I was picking on him a bit too much.

So we were somewhere in Mindanao Avenue. We were joking around and I said something about Mark being too cool for local television because he was raised with cable tv. He slammed his utensils, stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

What the fuck? Cable TV. That’s… how the hell could that be offensive, right? None of us knew. My other friends told me about how I was picking on him too much that night. None of us knew what he was going through either with school and other problems.

He was my best friend in the world, so I thought everything I say is nothing to him. But that’s the thing… he was my best friend and anything I say to him is more sensitive than the rest when things aren’t going well.

I went out to get him. He was teary eyed, and all I was thinking was why he was such a sensitive girl. Of course, I swallowed my pride and said I was sorry. It’s harder than you think. The only reason he went back in was because he didn’t know how to go home from there and there were no cabs around.

It was an uncomfortable ride home. We brought him to his house and we never saw him for weeks.

Years later, the woman she found consolation with that night and weeks after was exchanging vows with him. I don’t think I’m still his best friend because I wasn’t his best man,  but I will tell this story in 2010 when they get married again in church.

It was a story of how my best friend snapped and fell right into the arms of the woman of his life.

Flash forward. Season 7: The Blastest Knight

It’s another really close friend that suddenly got so angry at me. Totally my fault. Again. I hope she forgives me eventually. I was insensitive and emotional with things going on in my life, and I don’t know what’s happening with hers. I hope I can tell that story someday with a happy ending. I don’t want to lose another friend that way.