Category Archives: My friends the fictional character

The Fresh Prince

maxresdefault

„Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you ..” how I became friends with the Fresh Prince of Nowhereland.

If you followed my posts lately you might have read about my best friend Penny and because I’m absolutely fortunate I got another best friend: Will! The Fresh Prince.
Will and Penny are friends as well. They know each other longer than they know me. They both went to school together with my brother. I got to know Will, because he was friends with my brother. They used to hang out quite often, but we never really talked. He was just that guy who used to come by. When I changed school I found myself on the bus with Will every morning. But we were a large group and so we knew each other, but still didn’t know each other at all.
What I could tell about Will at that time was that he was different from anybody I knew. Being around him always meant fun. He could joke around in the most charming way. And then again he was simply fresh.
To be a fresh prince you obviously need to be fresh. Will Smith is the cheekiness in person. He’s witty and always has a funny line in store. Will simply says whatever he wants. But with all his cheekiness nobody every feels offended by him. In the end you know exactly that he’s only joking. He is a tease, but usually knows when to stop. Nobody is safe from him. And in return he can take the banter as well. But why is he a prince? It’s simple. Because of his charming nature. There’s something about him, something different, something special, something superior. The masses come together to make him their prince.
And the masses came together. Will is the uncrowned prince of Nowhereland. He takes it with the natural gratitude of a royal. And his people don’t even realise they gave him a position of honor.
There’s always talk and stories about him, but he couldn’t care less. Sometimes the stories are self-created. A result of one of his jokes. He can laugh about all the rumors, but in case one should bother him, well as a prince he can always count on a bunch of people fighting for him.  Then again he is well capable of fighting his own wars and too willing to fight for his loved ones as well. He would always back up the weak and never fear anybody, or anything.
Who wouldn’t want a best friend like that? Lucky me made best friends with the coolest guy on earth. Well at least in Nowhereland.
At this point you must think that I stole my brothers friend. But that’s wrong. My brother and Will barely ever saw each other when we became close friends. And to be fair we simply made the better match. We are just as crazy as the other one.
Our friendship started the moment Joey brought Will to our unicycle training. Exactly Will is the one friend I mentioned in Joey’s story. Our friendship is based on our love for unicycles. We now had something that united us. It brought us together every more often. And then before I even knew what was going on we were best friends. We saw each other every single day. Will was the first person I talked to in the morning. Or better said the first person, that was allowed to talk to me. We saw each other on every single day. We had the greatest of time together. If I think of my teenagedays there’s always Will and Joey on my mind. I spent more time with them then with anybody else. Not even Penny. It was always the three of us. Hanging out. Doing the crazy, funny stuff that we do. We had the greatest of times.
I can’t express how grateful I am for his friendship. How dearly I love him. And how much he means to me. I couldn’t ask for a more honest, more caring and more loyal friend. I feel more myself when I’m with him and I hope he will always remain as my best friend to remind me of who I am.
As soon as he reads this he will probably send me a message with some witty line. And I will laugh and for once tell him how much I love him.
I miss him!

Advertisements

House!

drhousemittel_w573_h_m

Dr. Gregory House is probably the coolest Doctor ever. Throughout the series House (Hugh Laurie) is pictured as the brilliant asshole. He makes inappropriate jokes, doesn’t care about his patients at all, but in the end he finds a solution to every medical problem.
If I was sick and nobody could tell me what’s wrong with me, I’d love a Doctor like House. Well actually I’d go and see him anytime. If you ask me he’s not that bad after all. He’s just very good at hiding the good inside of him. House makes it seem as if he is not interested in dealing with his patients, because he doesn’t need to see them to heal them and because they would lie about their stories anyway. But truth be told the main reason he doesn’t want to deal with them is, because they would become real persons and that would make it harder if he fails to help them. Often enough the first time his patients get to see him is the moment that he finally found out what’s wrong with them and how he could help them. Helping his patients is more than a game for him. He does care.
He puts on a show, that’s all. He makes fun of his friends and the people close to him, but only to cover how much he needs them. His best friend Wilson is well aware of that.
So in the end House is brilliant man with a great humor and a caring personality and a good friend. He’s more sensitive than he’ll ever admit. And less of an asshole than most see in him.
All in all Dr. House is one of my favorite characters on TV.
The better that I got my own House. Well my House is not a doctor, but her head is probably just as bright. And you read it right: her! My House is female. And I don’t think anybody would call her an asshole.

We met at the university. She was the friend of a newly made friend. I recall the day we first met very well. It was a day full of excitement, nervousness and great fun. And it was the start of amazing friendships.
It was the last day of our first semester. The day before spring break. And also the day we wrote our last exam. We were studying the same, but managed not to meet ever before. The plan was: Get the exam done, then meet up with my new friend and her friend and later on meet some of my friends to celebrate the end of exams. I didn’t know what to expect of House, so I didn’t expect anything. I ended up having a great time. Those two gave me the feeling I could be myself and I talked as much as I hadn’t in a really long time. It was so easy having a good time with them. We spent a lot longer sitting together than we had actually planned. And when I finally went to meet up with my other friends I was quite sad that they couldn’t join me. The day ended not even half as good as I thought is would. We had fun, but I had more fun with my new friends.
No need to tell you that after the spring break I found myself in a new community. I kept in touch with the friends I made in the first semester, but my new friends meant a lot more to me. We were sticking together like glue. House turned into a very important person in my life. And she still is. The group we found ourselves in was more than just friends. We were “the gang” as one of the guys called us. All of the gang members were far away from home and family. We were all studying the same and so we spent pretty much all our time together. We were friends and family at the same time. House was my sister. And she never let me down. We could fight, but never be mad at each other. I’m not even sure if we ever had a serious fight. I guess I should remember if we did.

House is …. Well she is special. She always says that’s sort of offending, but I don’t think it is. She can hardly see all the wonderful things about herself. And she tries her best not to show how sensitive she is. But I love this side about her. I love how caring she is. I love her sense of humor. And I love her brilliant mind. She got a special place in my heart. And she always will.
And besides … my House got no drug addiction.

The Joey in my life

joey-friends-30994577-360-270

 

What is a Joey? Or who is Joey? The answer is simple. Joey is a friend of mine. And Joey is a character of the TV show “Friends” played by Matt LeBlanc. “Friends” belongs to the must-have-seens of TV history. If you have never heard of it you probably don’t own a TV. Or a computer. Or a radio. Let’s say you are not living on this planet. There’s no way around it.
So what is the TV Joey like? Well … let’s say he is thick as a wall. He keeps you wondering how he gets along in life.  Sometimes I don’t know rather I should laugh or shake my head in disbelieve. But through it’s comedy I usually decide on laughing. That fictional character won’t fell hurt about that anyway.
But Joey is more than that. When you look behind the stupidity you’ll find a kind heart. He is without any doubt a good person and a loyal friend. The kind of friend, you can call in the middle of the night and be sure that he’ll come and pick you up wherever you are. The friend, that will fight for you and your honor whenever needed. And the friend, that will help you wherever he can. That is Joey. That is the kind of friend the Gang is lucky to have.

And my Joey? I mentioned him earlier. I met him in school when I had just moved to Nowhereland. Back in second grade I would’ve never thought that we would become such great friends. We were school mates, but at that age pretty much everybody you know is your mate. We weren’t very close. In fact our mothers were much better friends than we were. He then changed school and for quite a while I didn’t hear anything of him. I didn’t even meet him in our tiny village.
One day his mother called. Of course I thought she wanted to speak my mum, but no. She told me that she heard I had a unicycle and that they were forming a group and if I was interested I could join them. I did and that was a great decision. That group didn’t only bring me and Joey back together again, another friendship also benefitted from it.
We did something special together. We had a good time and soon decided to spend more time together. As a group. The crazy weirdos hanging out together.
When I think of Joey a lot of great memories come back to my mind. We spent our teenage years together and I’m happy we did. I couldn’t have had a better time.
And in Joey I found a loyal and true friend. I am certain he would fight for me whenever I needed him to. And in his case I always shake my head in disbelieve ….

Everybody needs a Penny

Penny-penny-15869150-1280-1024

 

When I was just seven years old my family and I moved to Nowhereland. That’s what it seemed like to me back than and that’s what I call it today. Out of a flat in the city into a big house on the countryside. The house was a big improvement to what we had before, but the village? Back then I was too excited and too young to even think about the whole far-away-from-a-city issue. What mattered more at that time was that I was far away from any family member, besides my parents and brothers, and of course my friends.
We were on summer break, but soon enough I had to start at a new school. Even though we spent every day outside playing on the street I never met anyone my age, that I could make friends with.
School started and I faced a new class, a new teacher and a weird dialect that confused me more than once. The kids in my class were all quite nice and welcomed me warmly. Long story short only one boy, Joey, remains me today as a true friend. But this is not his story …
So I had found a lot kids that I got along well with, but no friend that I could love dearly. One day my elder brother got sick and had to stay home. In the afternoon I answered the door and there she stood with a big smile on her face: Penny! She lived just down the street and had come to bring my brother his homework. We didn’t talk for very long, but I knew right away that I liked her.
Penny is two years my senior, but we couldn’t have cared less. She was from a big family, just like me. And she had only moved to the village a year earlier. Penny loved to do sports. She played football, she went skating, she danced, she did pretty much everything sport-related.
In the shortest of time we became really good friends. I can’t remember a day of my childhood that I didn’t at least see her. She was just down the road and always up for playing.

Who of you has seen “The Big Bang Theory”? Through there is currently no way around it, I bet all of you. And in case you haven’t seen it, give it a try. It’s worth it.
You all should know Penny then. Penny (Kaley Cuoco) is that super hot chick, that lives right next to the nerds. And even through she is so different to the nerds they become good friends. Mostly because Leonard has a crush on her.
Besides being absolutely beautiful, Penny appears to be really cool. She’s girly on one side and loves fashion. But then again she’s into sports, drinks like a man and would be a great choice as partner in crime. Penny is someone you can rely on. Someone you shouldn’t mess with. The nerds may make her look a bit stupid, but she is not at all. She actually is quite clever.
The only thing that might make her look not so clever is her choice of men. She really has some bad luck with men. Can you even call it that? I mean, she always goes for the same kind of guy until she finally gives Leonard a chance.

And that’s what my Penny is like. Beautiful, clever, caring, kind and the best friend someone could ever have. Penny is like sunshine. She brightens up a room when she enters. And her smile never fails to cheer me. I can hardly believe that anybody sees her differently. Penny also had some bad luck with men, but I have no doubt that there’s a Leonard for her. I’m not thinking of a nerd, just someone who loves her with all his heart.
Penny is not only my oldest friend, she is my best friend. She is my sister. Extended family. I’m the nerd and she is the beauty, but nothing can tear us apart.
Our lives might have gone into different directions, but our friendship remains. I know whatever happens she will be there. And nothing could make me turn against her.
Different people have tried to interfere in our friendship. Most can hardly understand what keeps us together, or what brought us together in first place. Penny once told me that one of her friends turned to her and told her I was weird and too smart. She was furious and told her friend that this was exactly why she loved me.
We might have our faults, we might be totally different, but in the end we’re the same, cause we couldn’t love each other more.

My friend Ted …

Ted-how-i-met-your-mother-2960626-1280-1024

 

My friend Ted has got an interesting personality. Like probably every person in this world. But his is interesting in the way that makes nearly everybody want to know him better. He’s got charisma, that is for sure. You meet him and then he wraps you around his little finger. And things always turn out good for Ted. At least that’s what it seems.
The circumstances in that we met were rather unconventional. We support the same team and that’s what brought us together. It was more of a shallow friendship at first, if you can even call it like that. We talked about the latest match and upcoming ones, the player and the league. Nothing special. But as it happens a lot of my friendships started like this.
At some point Ted and I started talking about our lives. Not long after that we stopped talking at all. Not even a word. Silence for month. More than half a year later we started talking again. All of a sudden. None of us even mentioned the silence. Possibly because both of us saw ourselves as the reason why. I never attempted starting a conversation and so did he. I invited him to come to my place and Ted came. Now you need to know that we lived quite far from each other’s. And now even farer. So it was sort of a big deal. He stayed for a week. This week was all crazy and fascinating and weird and it was the start of our friendship the way it is now. We both haven’t had a very good time during the silence. Not because we were so sad about it, but because we individually faced life’s struggles. And as it happens we gave each other the feeling that we could talk about it. We went for long walks and we talked and talked and talked. We exchanged ideas, inspired each other and most important listened. Ted often tells me he wishes we were on one of our walks, cause life seemed so peaceful back then.
Ted didn’t go back home, but instead went on an adventurous travel. This time was a life-changing experience for him. And all this time I was his person. The person he could turn to when he felt down and out of energy. I’m happy he gave me that chance. It gave me the possibility to truly get to know him. I got to see his soul. Something that he rarely grants anybody.
Sometimes I felt helpless. How should I comfort somebody miles and miles away? How can you convince someone everything will be alright, when you are so very worried about that person? I found a way and it seemed to work.
Now he is back from his travels. Which doesn’t mean that we are any closer in matters of distance. And it also doesn’t mean that there’s no more reason to ask for advice. But we certainly laugh a lot more these days.

And here’s the funny part: Ted is not his actual name. It’s not even any close to his name. And I never call him Ted. But he reminds me very much of Ted Mosby from “How I met your mother”. In case you haven’t watched the show, it’s about Ted telling his kids in a nearly endless story how he met their mother and what crazy things happened to him and his friends along the way.
Can I imagine my friend doing the exact same thing? Oh yes I can! The only difference would probably be that his kids would be less bored. (Through I have to confess that I never understood the kids in the show.)
But the main reason why I see him as Ted is his desire to find the perfect girl. I can imagine that we all are looking for our perfect fits and are somehow amazed by the idea of true love. That is human nature. We don’t want to be alone. But in Ted’s case this has an obsessive character. He just tires very, very hard to find love. He loves the idea so much, that he sees love at every corner and therefore goes through an awful lot of women. Ted is on a rollercoaster of emotions. One moment he is high on love and the next downcast. And I am on that rollercoaster with him. Excited when he is and ready to catch him in case he falls.
At this very moment there is a girl that he referred to as the one. I hope she really is the one. Not because I’m tired of hearing his stories about the girls that all were “the one”, but because I want him to be happy. And if she is not the one, then I am ready to catch his fall once more.
But I am certain at some point this rollercoaster ride will have an ending.
I mean … even “How I met your mother” finally came to an end.