My first sleepover

When I was 10 years old in primary school,

I used to have this friend called Seth,

and I considered him to be my best friend,

my closest friend. He was this Caucasian

guy with mousy brown hair and striking

blue eyes, and I was always very jealous

of him. He was smarter than me, he was

better at drawing than me, he was way more

creative than me, and he had this very

close female friend called Charlotte who I

didn't really like. I was very jealous of

her as well because they were very close.

They were like best friends to each other,

and I always felt like I was second place

to her. I always felt like I I was the

second best friend, or even the third best

friend. And I always felt like Charlotte

would get in the way between me and Seth,

because Seth would always pay more

attention to her instead of me. They knew

each other for a much longer time, and

they were always having sleepovers

together, and they very rarely invited me.

I started to get very jealous of these

sleepovers they were having, and I decided

that I wanted to host my very own

sleepover. So I asked for my mum's

permission, and she wrote out an

invitation letter for me, and she drew out

a little map on a piece of paper, And I

plucked up the courage and I asked Seth if

he would like to come over to my house and

have a sleepover, just the two of us. And

he said yes. My mum decided that we should

use the guest room, which had a double

bed, so we slept on the double bed for

that night. We didn't sleep underneath the

same duvet, we both had our own separate

single bed duvet, so it wasn't like we

were sleeping together. And we used to do

this strange thing where we would hide

underneath the covers and we would like

try and peep out of the gaps of the covers

to see if we could see each other. It was

really nice being able to spend time with

Seth, just the two of us, and have all of

his attention and not have to compete with

that bitch Charlotte, which recently I

found her Facebook page and she looks

amazing. Back in primary school, she was

like this fat, nerdy-looking little girl.

Now she looks like some kind of

supermodel. Now, I don't know how close

Seth and Charlotte actually were, and I

don't know if they're still friends now,

and I have no idea if he taps that or not,

but it would really suck to be

friend-zoned by someone who looks like

that. I actually found Seth on Facebook

about 8 years ago and I said hi, and The

first thing he said to me really shocked

me. He said, oh, I remember you. You used

to be my Sega video games buddy. That was

it. And I just couldn't believe what he

said. What do you mean, oh, I remember

you? How could you not remember me? We

were like best friends back in primary

school. Or maybe you were my best friend,

but I wasn't much of a friend to you

because you had Charlotte. And what do you

mean I was your Sega video games buddy?

Was that all I was to you, just your video

games buddy? To me, you were like my best

friend, my closest friend, but I guess to

you I was just your video games buddy.

And we didn't even play any Sega games. I

don't remember playing any Sega games. We

usually played games like Monkey Island

and Grim Fandango and the Broken Sword

series. I actually did some snooping

around on his blog and his website and his

Facebook page, and I found out he went to

Oxford University and graduated with

honors, and he got a pretty good job, and

it seems like his life is going great and

he's very successful. So yeah, I guess so

much is happening in his life that he

can't remember anything from back when he

was a 10-year-old kid. But for some

reason, I can remember a lot of things

from when I was in primary school. I

remember a lot of things when I was a

10-year-old kid. I remember the names of

the friends I had and the things we used

to do. I guess my life hasn't really moved

on since leaving school. If you compare

16-year-old Daniel to 28-year-old Daniel,

not much has changed. I still live in the

same place. I still have no friends or

social life. I still have a shitty

low-level job. Sometimes it feels like

everyone's speeding towards level 60 and

I'm stuck at level 20 on the trial

account. It feels like everyone's speeding

ahead in their lives, moving ahead to new

things, and I'm just It's like time has

stopped for me. I also saw his recent

artwork on his Facebook, and I wasn't

impressed. I don't feel jealous of his art

skills anymore. Most of his artwork was

like super realistic portrait drawings,

and I don't have any interest in that. If

you're gonna draw a super realistic

portrait of someone, why don't you just

take a photo of them and turn it into

black and white? The kind of drawings I'm

interested in are cartoony anime style

drawings, which you can't really find in

the real world. So you kind of have to be—

you have to be creative and draw them. I

know it takes a lot of time and skill to

become good at drawing hyper-realistic

drawings of people, But at the end of the

day, I don't really feel like it's very

creative. You're just copying a photo onto

paper using a pencil. I felt really

depressed after talking to him on Facebook

because it felt like he forgot about me.

To me, he was a big part of my childhood,

and I thought I was a pretty big part of

his, but I guess not. The idea that most

people grow up and move on in their lives

and meet new people and forget about the

people that were in their childhood has

always been a strange idea to me. But

maybe I'm the strange one. Maybe I'm the

one who's stuck in the past and think

about my childhood way too much. Maybe

it's because those days, my childhood,

were some of the best experiences, the

best times of my life, back when I had

friends, a social life. I didn't have to

worry about things like having sex or

looking for a girlfriend or getting a good

job. Life was simple back then. Just play

video games and hang out with my friends.

And then get bullied by those cunts at

secondary school. On second thoughts,

maybe it wasn't so great back then. Maybe

it's just the nostalgia making me feel

nostalgic. I mean, life's great now. I get

to stay up all night. I get to watch porn.

I love my life. But now that I think about

it, Seth introduced me to a lot of great

things: the Monkey Island games, Grim

Fandango, the Broken Sword series,

Watership Down, intense jealousy. I think

it's interesting that we both kind of

started at the same point. We both went to

the same primary school, but we ended up

in such different places in life. He went

on to Oxford University, which is one of

the best universities in Britain, and he

entered into an IT-related career, and I'm

working in a petrol station and I make

self-deprecating videos on YouTube.

Sometimes I wonder if race has anything to

do with it. Imagine if Seth was half

Asian, half white. Would he still be as

successful as he is today? If I was fully

white, would I be leading a better life

than I am today? Who knows? But I think we

can all rejoice in the fact that neither

of us got to have sex with Charlotte, and

if that's true, I can die a happy person.