05.03.08

That’s What Franz Are For =P

Posted in 2008 Potpourri at 3:21 am by Miracle ♪♫

That’s What Franz Are For =P

“Franz is
not my boyfriend (but sometimes it’s fun to pretend that he is, for the purpose
of warding off some unwanted attention),”
I addressed the skeptical public
recently.
Writing that was a breath of
childishness but it was necessary to replace the obnoxious question marks with
a firm period. When people truly know my
circle of friends, that question would not even arise because they would be
aware that there isn’t just a Franz and Miracle, but rather, a Franz, Reji,
Tonet, and Miracle.
I, myself, find it
hard to imagine one without the other, but since it’s almost Franz’
birthday and this is predictably one of the times I write about him or our
friendship, I’ll engross in a small portion of the quartet that is Franz and
Miracle…and why he’s a special friend.

I have
realized that all people who are close to me are those who are in more ways
different than who I am, especially Franz. This is because we have one
important thing in common, and that is the boldness of remaining who we are rather
than being epigones of each other.
We
don’t compromise our identities and tastes for fear of being unlike the other,
or being dislikeable to the other. This
way, we learn so much from our closeness.

There is
more depth to our companionship than that of the shallow definition of best
friends as merely two people who are able to laugh at the same jokes or share
secrets, and another facet of our friendship that I admire is that if one has a
trivial issue against a particular person, he doesn’t encourage me to shun that
person and vice versa, but if that
person pushes it too far, that’s when we “join forces”.

A lot of
people conclude that we’re bagay (suitable
for each other), because we’re both musicians. Well, thousands of musicians
exist. Some say it’s because we both appreciate
literature and art. There are also
swarms of literature and art lovers. People
can’t just put a finger to it, but I think we simply seem that way to them for
the reason that we have few obvious similarities but are actually very
different deep within and yet we still dare to be together as best friends “under
the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one’s own self,”
and that is a great amount of Respect and philial love reflecting between the
two of us that makes people deem what they do.

Our
friendship may be summed up in one phrase by a favourite wacky author of ours.
“Our
similarities bring us to a common ground; our differences allow us to be fascinated
by each other.”

…and of
course, there are the reasons on why we’re friends that words cannot define but
only convey themselves as a simple pat on the back, a hug, a knowing expression,
a smile, an I-told-you-so look, or even a raised eyebrow, and these things need
no more words.

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