If there was one word that Charlie would describe his best friend as, he would wholeheartedly say that he was average. At best.
You see, John Smith, his best friend for pretty much all his life, lived a completely normal and unsurprising life.
Waking up at seven in the morning, eating cereal for breakfast, going to a boring nine to five job at an unknown office, returning to an empty home, eating ramen for dinner, type of average.
And Charlie would not ask for anything more, really.
Of course, he had other friends in his life who had much more interesting lives and stories to share that would leave him crying tears of joy and maybe even sorrow.
Take Lola for example, is a party queen ever since she was seventeen, works as a professional travel blogger, never is monogamous, and always has tricks up her sleeves.
Lola was what one would call obscure, maybe even a sexy mystery, but there was a problem with her: she could not stay still.
Charlie connected with her deeply for a few years, but after some time she was gone, like the rest of his "interesting" friends.
In fact, Charlie may be considered "interesting" so to speak, at least in society's terms.
Charlie worked as a chef in an upscale restaurant, had tons of tattoos and piercings, and was bisexual. What could be less normal than that?
But there was such a pressure placed on his shoulders.
Sure, he may be unique in some aspects, but there was a certain expectation set when he became friends with people. That certain stereotype where one thinks that the unique people must always have stories to tell and places to be.
But Charlie was not one of those types, honestly. When he did have free time, which was rare due to his stressful job, he just lazed at his apartment all day watching television and smoking cigarettes.
The most interesting thing he may have done in the last five years of his life was drink some wine that was twenty years old. That's it.
Now, back to John Smith, his friend since they were in diapers. John who had an average life, at best.
John had zero expectations set on him, and there was no pressure because the way his life would turn out was inevitable and set in stone.
John would work at his nine to five job for the rest of his life, find a wife along the way, maybe have two kids, buy a house in the suburbs, get a family dog, and retire once the kids are out of college.
That's it, that's all there comes to it. John did not have the pressure of seeming like an anomaly.
To Charlie, the idea of being normal was yearned for, he so dearly wished his life could be that way.
He hated having to have a mystery shrouding him, meeting people who would think he was more complex than he actually was.
He despised making friends who thinked he would be just as unique and obscure as they are, only to end up being left behind with his mouth hanging open.
John was average. Refreshingly average.
And he was always there, no matter what, because that is how his life was set.