So, I had a thought strike me (not literally. That'd be painful.) that I should ask a mutual friend about my someone-that-I-used-to-be-besties situation.
Yeah, it's nice when you follow inspiration.
Not only was she patient with the near-novella I sent her, but she also responded IMMEDIATELY.
She confirms with Mom and Michael that this other friend has changed a lot. And she's also sad about it, too.
But she assured me that it's 100% not my fault (which means that I HAVE to stop moping about what I might have done/not done ... since it's not me) and that our past-friend is nuts for not keeping me around.
Which, again, was what I needed to know.
And I saw this tweet from a different Facebook friend
Yeah, it's nice when you follow inspiration.
Not only was she patient with the near-novella I sent her, but she also responded IMMEDIATELY.
She confirms with Mom and Michael that this other friend has changed a lot. And she's also sad about it, too.
But she assured me that it's 100% not my fault (which means that I HAVE to stop moping about what I might have done/not done ... since it's not me) and that our past-friend is nuts for not keeping me around.
Which, again, was what I needed to know.
And I saw this tweet from a different Facebook friend
And, you know ... I think I'm going to be all right after all.
Even though I hate missing people.
It's one of the reasons I so don't deal well with people/pets dying. Because I'm going to miss them. And that's hard.
But, like Mom and Michael have pointed out, maybe past-friend is doing me a favor.
I still hope that she is doing okay, that she finds happiness, that everything works out for her.
But, yeah, it's going to have to work out without me. And that's okay. Or it will be, anyways. Which isn't always the same thing ... but it'll do.
I mean, except for a handful of friends from mostly pre-email days, I've kept in contact with most of my friends.
(In case you're wondering, here's a list of the friends I still need to track down:
Even though I hate missing people.
It's one of the reasons I so don't deal well with people/pets dying. Because I'm going to miss them. And that's hard.
But, like Mom and Michael have pointed out, maybe past-friend is doing me a favor.
I still hope that she is doing okay, that she finds happiness, that everything works out for her.
But, yeah, it's going to have to work out without me. And that's okay. Or it will be, anyways. Which isn't always the same thing ... but it'll do.
I mean, except for a handful of friends from mostly pre-email days, I've kept in contact with most of my friends.
(In case you're wondering, here's a list of the friends I still need to track down:
- Sabrina from my first-grade class. Her family moved after she got chicken pox REALLY bad. It was in her lungs and we weren't sure she'd get well. She has red hair and wore glasses. I named a red-haired doll of mine after her.
- Katrina and Shaneeka - These were my two best friends in fifth-grade. We were in Ms. Sommers' class at Thorndyke Elementary in Seattle. They were really, really fun. I haven't been able to track them down. And I was a horrible letter-writer. So it's my fault.
- Amy Brown - from WOU. We were in the Ed Program together. And her email stopped working after we graduated. She always was so very, very nice. She called me her Phoebe-friend, since I reminded her of Lisa Kudrow's character on friends. She also gave me a teeny book with useful French phrases.
(But, see? I do my best to keep track of most people that I know. Some people collect china figurines ... I do my best to stalk everyone on Facebook.)
But, yes, following inspiration is a good thing. Glad I followed it.
But, yes, following inspiration is a good thing. Glad I followed it.
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