“Can we call Ben then?”
“No. Ben’s an asshole”
Radar looked at me sideways. “of course he
is. You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be
themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for
never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for
like, never asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend-but I don’t give
a shit man because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but
that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference Web site to answer
my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay too, that’s me. You like me
anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up
late, but you always show up eventually.
“Thanks”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t complimenting you.
Just stop saying; stop thinking Ben should be you, and he needs to stop
thinking you should be him, and y’all just chill the hell out”
This
is a little part from the book that I’m currently reading. It’s called Paper
Towns. John Green wrote it.
Really
scary how this little part from a book could perfectly describe my situation
right now. Its like Mr. Green himself was taking a sneaky peak into my world
and used my newly fresh problem as his inspiration to write this part....
