It’s coming up to the July holidays, and while one half of the student population will be sleeping at home, the other half will be going on extravagant holidays, eating fancy food, and strategically making their social media followers oh so jealous. Europe is a top choice. Even though I’m a penguin, I can see the human appeal of swapping the winter-bound Southern hemisphere for pleasant summertime weather, beautiful and historically significant architecture and indulging in European cuisine! It’s making me giddy just talking about it.
Moreover, it looks like our lovely anonymous blitizen has planned this trip with their best friend! How fun! This is what your average amateur advice-column writer would think when analysing this sort of situation. On the face level, this seems like a great experience to bond, make lifelong memories and stock up the lore that you will inevitably one day reveal to your uninterested future kids. But our blitzen's fears are completely valid. Going on a holiday with a best friend is like that time when I put a chicken burrito wrapped in aluminium foil into the Law Library microwaves… things will probably explode. The reality is that someone could be your best friend when you meet them a few times a week for lunch, but when you live together and are with each other 24/7, circumstances tend to change dramatically. In addition, the stressful mishaps that come with travelling overseas, as well as hidden stresses and grievances within your friendship itself, all tend to get amplified tenfold.
When reading this submission, I was reminded of one of my favourite novels, Donna Tartt’s ‘The Secret History’. It’s a loaded narrative, but for the purpose of this article, let’s summarise. College classmates and long-time best friends Henry and Bunny spend their spring break on a vacation to Europe, specifically to Rome. A few weeks later, Henry murders Bunny by pushing him off a 40-foot-tall cliff.
Okay, I lied, more context is necessary. Let’s unpack…