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.
***
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.
As a part of my private school education, for one year all students were to be apart of the Australian Army Corp Cadet program. Our school had its own regiment, which was run by some teachers who had previously worked in the military or just really loved to match around a field yelling at kids. The program was generally split into two parts, the first half of the year was designated towards drills and marching, 'teaching young men discipline', whilst the second half was reserved for bushcraft, survival tactics and learning how to camp.
As apart of this second part of the program, students were sent on two camps, both a week long. These camps were rough, as you were sent to a military base in the middle of the Australian bush, in groups of eight and were told to do some things that I am surprised that you were even allowed to get away with at an educational institution in the twenty first century. Every day you would have to pack down your camp, which was compromised of nothing more than a hoochie (a thin tarp-like piece of cloth, with some eyelets in each corner), some rope and a sleeping bag. You would the have to hike to a destination only your Senior leader (someone from an older year who continued on with cadets) would know of, have lunch and then hike again until the sun set, only to set up camp and do it all again tomorrow.
As you can probably tell from my brief description that I wasn't a fan of the camps, but Nathan absolutely loved it. I also had the privilege of being forced into the Cadet marching band, due to me playing an instrument, which I think was the final nail in the coffin of my enjoyment for cadets.
Anyway, due to the fact that there were only two camps a year, as a part of the Cadet program, Nathan decided to look for something extra he could do on top of. It didn't take him long to find Scouts.
Basically a much less intense version of cadets, that would meet once a week and go on a camp every few weeks, it was perfect for him. You probably all know what scouts are, as pretty much every country around the world has at least one contingent.
Nathan would always arrive at school on Mondays and talk about how much fun he had on last weekends scout trip and how he met so many new people, that when my mission to start to reinvent myself came along, I didn't have to look very far.
***
The first morning back at school after my failed party, felt very awkward for me. I overheard quite a few people who were talking about Oliver's party and how great it was. I saw a few of the mates who ditched me for the other party and i tried to ignore them as I walked past. One of them did manage to stop and tried to apologise, stating that they forgot my party was this weekend and that they had agreed to go to Oliver's already when Nathan messaged them. This just confirmed my thoughts of being insignificant to them and wasn't interesting enough for them to remember me.
Bolstering my determination to change who I was and become more interesting, I tried to find Nathan as quickly as possible, to ask him about joining his scout group.
"Are you sure, i never really thought you were the type to like camping and hiking."
"I just think that it would be a great place to meet new people and to retry camping. It's been a little while since I've done it and the scouts version doesn't sound anywhere near as intense" I responded.
Nathan gave me all of the details about where and when the next meeting would be. It seemed that every Wednesday they would meet at the local scout hall and would do some activities or plan for the next trip or event. He also explained to me that i wasn't going to actually be a scout, but rather a Rover. Scouting Australia has a few levels to its scouting program, starting off with Joeys, which is for very young students. Cubs, which is for kids in early to primary school. Scouts for the late primary school to early high school teens. Venturers for the rest of the teenage years, finally ending with Rovers, which lasts from the age of eighteen to the age of twenty-five.
Thanking him for all of the information I was adamant about going this week. We talked for the next couple of days about what to expect, but when the time came I was still very nervous. Trying new things wasn't something I did very often. The last time I tried something new, I fell in love with theatre, so I thought to myself maybe I could fall in love with this as well.