josh.

i have a friend. named josh. he is the best. josh and i are the kind of opposites who get along the best. josh would find my current writing voice both annoying and endearing, but only actually tell me it was annoying. josh likes to skateboard, hip hop, shoes, and aesthetics. i like josh. he is stupidly confident and relaxed. i guess that comes with being 25. josh treats me like a kid, and tells me to, "stop being fucking neurotic, it's annoying." josh says i'm, "high-strung" and, "nice." he smiles when i say silly things and then refuses to answer me. josh also thinks i'm smart. this is a big deal, because josh thinks, "most people are dumb." we have coffee and talk about culture, religion, and when i came back from the bathroom and said, "where were we?" he said, "existentialism" and shrugged. josh shrugs at existentialism. josh says he has me pegged and can predict the things i'm going to say, and then i say the things he's predicted. josh is really creative, used to be a punk activist, and now likes to play board games.

"i'm sorry, hanging out with me is intense."
"yes," josh sighs.
"i'm sorry."
"it's okay."
"i just like talking about this stuff."
josh nods, "i do too."
so, it is ok.
"stop being fucking neurotic, it's annoying."

so we sit on the edge of the highway, and i tell him how much i love the sunset, and he asks me if i know what the cheesiest thing he's ever heard is. i don't care, it's the prettiest kind of pink. a fox runs by. then he says, "i know you so well, and i don't have to tell you. that's the thing, you know it already (it being this abstract thing)," I nod (because I do know), "but," he continues, "you're just not willing to accept that you know it yet." i smile.

hey josh, if you're reading this: fuck you.

josh is nice.