The Three of Us

by Ore Agbaje-Williams

I’d never met someone my age who already knew who she was and didn’t shape herself around other people’s opinions.

I woke up every morning and chose violence. I woke up every morning and chose myself, before everyone else, no matter the consequences. Sometimes it felt like I left my body behind and let my mind inhabit a new one.

Then she said that honestly men are as stupid as the heterosexual monogamy that forces us to be with them.

I pictured us content, rather than happy, because in reality, happiness is an unachievable concept designed to keep people unhappy and spending money on things they don’t need.

I believe that anyone who claims to have more than one best friend is a pathological liar. I also believe that women who call their husbands or partners their best friends or better halves should be imprisoned.