The Wingman

Wingman- a person who takes the friend of the target girl

A good friend indeed.

But I have another idea of a wingman. Mind you it would be far from a romantic or dating aspect. It’s more of a friendship matter. My idea of a wingman is like this…..
A wingman is someone like me. I friend or had been a friend of someone who excel, different, talented, unbelievably smart or popular. I am a friend or, the sad part, had been a friend. I recently realized that I always have a friend who achieve achieved something or get recognised for something. Yes, I admit there is the green monster of envy creeping behind me but when I look back at it, I always remember how my friend worked hard for it and compared to my efforts, theirs are really worth the recognition. I just find it amazing that I have and had all these friends who are successful at our age.

In elementary, my random seatmate turns out to become my best friend and she would later become the batch salutatorian (mind you I also got an outsanding award). In high school, my group of friends are what you call the straight A students until senior year of course. And turns out that my friend from elementary is the class valedictorian and my new friend from high school is the salutatorian. In college, my group of friends are also recognised to part of the nerdy, reliable or responsible group. And you guessed it…..my friend from elementary graduated as a Magna Cum Laude, my friend from high school and a 2 new friends from college graduated as Cum Laude.

In the national licensure board exams……3 of my friends are topnotchers.

I am happy for them……but I wonder when will MY moment come. My friend from elementary I gave her my loyalty when people only used her for her brains. I saw what she needed, a friend whom she can discuss her crazy ideas, obsessions and an escape to her strict parents. My friend from high school, I exposed her to the world- literally, she was born in a conservative family that even watching cinemas is a sin. I saw how others take advantage of her helping hand, taking responsibilities too much for her. I provided her help, every time she is too stubborn to refuse a request. My friend in college is someone who is often misunderstood. She is smart but cannot teach and for that most people find her a snob. She is quite picky with friends, having inner circles within group of friends, a favorite among others. I gave her privacy, a professional yet friendly air between us. We can insult each other for one minute but after that we can talk about our thesis. And lastly the friend I made after college…..I gave her understanding. She suffered from manic depression and I suffered from cyclothymia……and we sort of get each other.

I am a wingman. A support to the protagonist. A friend before success. A friend to those who were destined to be great.

Sometimes I feel like a Lucky charm. I was in their past, but being with them in future remains uncertain. Some will keep me, some will have more like me or worst, some will lose me.

Little did I know my friends were my success. I became part of their lives before they got wherever they are. I was there when they needed me. I gave them help when they needed it. Even if others will not believe me when I point at their picture and say that is my friend, I don’t care because I know the person behind that picture knows I became their friend and that is good enought for me.

I were your wings before you had your own. Now that you can fly, soar high until you reach your limit. Don’t look back.

I won’t be there because……

I know I will not be a wingman…..forever.

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