As a kid and a teenager I never was very social. I had a few friends in primary school, but by the time I had gotten to high school, I had lost touch with most of them. By the time this story begins, there would only be two people that I would consider truly my friends. I did have some other mates from school, but none that I knew I could truly call friend.
My story here starts with me turning eighteen. I had not long started my second term of year 12 of high school (the equivalent of Senior year in the USA). Eighteen is a very significant age here in Australia, as it is the age in which the government now views you as an adult. You can legally drink, you are legally obliged to vote, you can get down and dirty with others, without being scrutinised. For many this feels like a step into freedom, but for me this was a daunting step and one I didn't think I was prepared to take.
As I mentioned, I didn't have many friends, so when it came to planning something for my Eighteenth, I didn't want to got all out like many of my peers would have. I wanted something more intimate (not like that), I guess you could say something more emotionally significant.
As neither of my friends nor many of my mates were yet to be Eighteen, I made the responsible decision not to have one of those typical drunken ragers, like everyone else.
I chose to go Go-Karting.
You're probably thinking 'that sounds fun, I bet he had a really good time, with all his mates', well I can tell you, I did not.
I had invited my two good friends James and Nathan as well as a few other mates from high school. James is the friend that I was talking about earlier, the one who I had managed to retain from childhood. Nathan was the friend I had made in my second year of high school, when we worked as crew on the school Musical, Anything Goes.
After inviting everybody, there were going to be a total of twelve teenagers/young adults that should be there, including my younger brother Cameron. My parents and a couple of their friends were going to be there for a short time, before going out to dinner together.
When the time came to have the 'party', my family drove to the track, picking up James who lived only a few blocks from where I do. We arrived early and milled around waiting for others to show up. My parents friends eventually arrived and started to to chat, leaving James, Cameron and I alone, to wait. After playing a couple games of air hockey, that the track had in there waiting room, my other good mate, Nathan walked in. The look on his was not one that I had expected though, it was one of a little sadness but mostly anger.
"Hey Nathan, you ready to race?" I asked trying to gauge his reaction.
The half-hearted response I got from him made me start to worry. What had happened. Had something happened to him, did something happen to his parents.
"Is everything alright?" I asked trying to get another response from him.
"None of them are coming" was the response I got.
I was a little confused.
"What do you mean none of them are coming?"
"Everyone else you invited. They all got a better offer to go to a party that Oliver was putting on. I tried messaging them all to convince them to come here, but they all said that they'd rather go to Oliver's as he had beer and there was also going to be some girls going"
Ah the two things that I could not provide. The alcohol, as most of them were under-age and would be illegal to serve to a minor, plus the fact that they would've been driving mini death machines. As well as my very non-existent list of girls that I happen to know well enough to invite. It didn't help that I went to an all boys school.
I sat down contemplating what to do. I felt betrayed by them, but also like a huge weight had been lifted. They weren't the greatest of mates, so going forward without them in my life wouldn't be that much of a burden.
Nathan sat next to me and patted me on the bank.
"At least you know now who your true friends are" he said pointing to James and back at himself.
"You can always make new friends anyway, so what if they sometimes turn out to be jerks, you can always replace them"
With that he stood and convinced us to go and race for the next few hours.
That night as I lay in bed I thought about that day and how much my 'so called' mates had betrayed me. Although I really did have a great time with Nathan, James and Cameron, I still felt that I needed to change, make more friends and be more confident. I figured that there would had to have been a reason that they would have abandoned me and I convinced myself that it was because I wasn't that interesting. Well that was about to change.
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Although I had met Nathan working on the musicals in my high school, it wasn't the extra-curricular that he was most fond of. I had fallen in love with theatre and it had become my passion, but for Nathan it was just something else he did. For him his passion was to go camping and hiking.