Good or bad, does it really matter?

"Honestly, I'm kind of bored."

My friend twiddles with her t-shirt, nearly ripping the threads out. The mass of tangled yarn that she was playing with sat on her lap, completely ignored. I sighed, swatting at her hands.

"Don't do that to your shirt, you'll rip it."

I leaned back onto the bed, opening my book to continue from the page I left it on.

We were back here again. In this beautiful bedroom that we held out meetings in whenever we felt like it.

…which wasn't often, come to think of it. We haven't met in a long time.

I reclined lazily on the comfortable bed, staring at the sky outside the massive windows that were letting just the right amount of light in. It felt amazing to bathe in this feeling of warmth, considering that I didn't see the sun much in my cold apartment building after I moved out.

My friend was fiddling with a knitting set that she had recently bought from an online store, the mass of threads a complete mess that I was worried would somehow turn into a bomb. She'll find a way to do it. She always does.

She tilts her head, staring at the abomination of a scarf. Wordlessly, she handed it to me, mentally signalling for me to fix it.

Well, not the first time. I sigh and take it, deft fingers untangling strands of pink and purple. Thinking for a while, I started the scarf for her, making sure that she didn't manage to tangle it into a mess like that once again.

A single scarf had been tangled like this… I wonder who was the one that said she was a pro.

"Here, don't tangle it again, I'm not going to fix it if you do." I hand the beginnings of a scarf back to her, sighing once again. She stares at it furiously now, finally managing to complete a row on the needles.

"I did it! Look!" Yelling, she showed off her efforts and I willingly play along with her, putting down my book to clap slowly.

"Nice." I pat her on the back as she starts knitting once again, resting her back against the bedframe. Surprisingly, her knitting skill wasn't quite as bad as I thought it was going to be.

Seeing that she was managing, I picked up my book, flipping to the page I stopped at to continue reading. However, as I read the first word, she spoke.

"You know…" She knitted away, not bothering to look up while speaking. "What exactly is good and bad?"

Thinking that I misheard her, I replied. "Huh?"

"I mean like, isn't good and bad just created by society as a way of control?" She finishes another row on her scarf, it's main shape becoming more apparent.

Immersing myself into the book, I replied casually.

"I mean… I guess?"

She always asked these thought provoking questions, although she never seemed to complete those thoughts of hers. Her mind was like a hamster, occasionally running on the idea wheel before stepping off to do something else.

However, that didn't seem to be the case this time.

"Like, society has all these rules that make good or bad this or that. Sometimes, the rules don't even make sense, but we still follow them anyway. Why? Why do we follow them when they don't make sense?" At some point in her rambling, she had sat herself on my bed, I shift slightly to make space for her to sit besides me, all while turning another page.

While reading, I replied once again. "To make sure that there is at least some form of order in the world. If everyone followed their own set of rules, this world would be a much more complicated place. Hence, rules. Even though they may not make sense in some situations, they make sense in others."

I thought that those words would end the conversation, but they didn't. Picking my book from my hands quickly, she threw it backwards and placed both hands on either sides of my head. I frowned, craning my neck to stare in the direction of the book.

Thank god, it landed on a beanbag.

"Seriously. Why do those rules exist? If they make sense in others, then what about the ones that don't make sense in any situation? Like some of those… ones." I stared into her eyes as she says this sentence.

Her eyes are beautiful. They shone with this intelligent light that I loved to look at. However, they were too close right now and it was uncomfortable. I frowned, pushing her away so that she landed on the fluffy pillows that were scattered all over the bed.

"Then become the change that you want to see. Change the rules that you so dislike, that don't follow the rules of good and bad that you follow." Irritated that my reading time had been disturbed by phylisophical jargon, I stood up, walking to the beanbag.

Picking up my book, I dusted it off, sitting down with a huff. Glaring into her eyes, I spoke.

"Ha… you can go back and think about it, I'm going to continue reading." I was originally going to say some choice words about her behaviour in throwing my book, considering the fact that she knew how much I loved my books.

But looking into her eyes, I found myself unable to say anything harsh.

That beautiful light that shone in them, it would be a waste if it went away due to something I said. I looked back down, missing the flash that goes through her eyes.

She sat on the bed dumbly for a few seconds, before slowly picking up her knitting and continuing it. But if you looked closely enough, you'll be able to catch her lips move and form a sentence.

Good or bad, does it really matter? No, it doesn't.

However, if it ever comes between you and me, then I will overthrow good and bad and create a system only for us.