Ah yes, Raevyn, or as I know him “Will”, an odd story that’s run parrellel to my life and occasionally intersects. Full of mystery and suspence!
I met Will in High School, one socially awkward nerd who got beat up alot meets another, you know. He was pretty cool, he got me my first job at Stuff-A-Bagel, and hell, he was the one who told me about SCAD and inspired me to go! All was awesome, until a met another group of friends. That’s when I learned Will had a few odd traits to him.
There was some weird rivalry brewing between us at school, and we’d constantly compete in our art classes, it was weird. But that didn’t over shadow how he’d be constantly vying for my friends acceptance, and I thought he would try way too hard, which is why they grew annoyed of him, and this sort of twisted my view of him as well, so our senior year of High School was some sort of crazy rivalry/friendship.But SCAD was a whole differnet story.
Since room assignments were random, I was placed in O-House, while Will was in Weston, which were about 1/2mile from eachother. So instantly our friendship dwindled, because he found a whole collective of friends, while… I… didn’t so much. So I’d constantly be the third wheel when hanging out with his friends. And then… the worst thing that ever happend to him struck:
World of Warcraft.
While he may deny this, I still staunchly declare this to be the main reason he flunked out of SCAD, and I hold a bit of guilt because I was the one who bought it for him! It was terrible, he stay up super late on it, or oer his friends and just… play it, non-stop. And his grades went in the shitter.
After he got his academic dismissal papers, he went back up to Long Island, and recollect, but he was in the middle of being forced out of his foster home, because he just didn’t get along with the parents at all, and was simply staying with them for his brother and sister. Not to mention he was going through a major sexual identity crisis, so, it was alot for him. Not Fun.
After that, communications dimmed to a mere spark ever couple of months. A message on aim, or a writing on the wall in facebook. Until he turned 21 and moved back down to Savannah, I see him every so often, and it’s just only a little awkward.
He’s still a nice guy, he makes enough money to pay rent and keep up his Warcraft habit, but always seems to make room to play some D&D with his friends. Of course, what I mostly hear about him is through other friends. Whenever I chat to him, he keeps things short, I almost think he’s bitter about how our life diverged, but I’ll never really know. It’s sad, he’s become a stranger to me. Well, life just seems to go on. I guess…