My conversation with Derek a few minutes ago.
Him: You remind me of Charlie.
Me: Who's charlie?
Him: That guy from the movie you made me watch.
(The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Me: Oh. Why?
Him: Because you're so similar to him. You're extremely shy and I've heard that you sit alone at lunch if I'm not there. You write stories but you never let me read them. You think too much. You listen to music from the 70's and 80's. And this might hurt, but you need to hear it. You blame yourself for your best friend's death, even thought it wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault. It just... happened.
Me: ..... It did kind of hurt hearing that.
Him: Sorry. I just thought that for a while, and I wanted to tell you. Also, the first time you got drunk, you begged me for a smoothie.
Me: Charlie wanted a milkshake. And from what I remember, you never even made me the smoothie!
Seriously, what is wrong with us?