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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Every day

Pretty much every day.

Something not very everyday happened to me today, and I want to be sure I don't forget it. I can't remember the last time something made me smile so hard.

For three weeks, D- has been trying to talk to me. All I knew was that it was on an awkward conversation topic, so admittedly I hadn't exactly been actively trying to have that conversation with her. She finally caught me after school yesterday.

I've been acquainted with D- since 8th grade, but would actually have considered us friends only starting last year. She changed a lot in those 3ish years, becoming a lot more cynical and dubious, far less trusting and sunny and bubbly. Over the past year, she's said a lot of things that have stung quite a bit, but it made me kind of really determined to crack her shell. Especially one email she'd sent me that really struck me, in which she scathingly berated me for being too idealistic, having my head stuck in the clouds, and naive.

Today, the conversation actually happened. By happened I mean D-'s friend who knew what's up pretty much dragged her to me and was like GO TALK and she had no choice. There were a few other people tagging along that didn't know what was going on so we left them for a remote staircase away from all other life forms.

I realized over the course of the conversation that I'm absolutely horrible at accepting gratitude? Not really the right phrasing, but I dunno I'm horrible at taking compliments or the like. I found it prudent to poke fun at D- while she was telling me everything and I'm pretty sure I came across as rude and insensitive, because it was pretty easy to tell that the conversation was difficult for her. In fact, she gave me a nice long hug, which is totally out of character for her, and I was totally taken aback. I just ended up quoting Sheldon, in all his awkward glory: "there there." Go me...

The gist of the conversation was about how she was sorry for being really bitchy to me in the past few months to a yearish, and how she's going to miss me once I graduate because there's nobody in her class like me. This made me feel so wonderful asdj;foiaw;eo. She also used a funny metaphor about how there'll be a "big larry-shaped hole" in her life, which of course I haaaad to point the oxymoron and I think I embarrassed her more UGH and I don't think she thought I was taking her seriously.

I realized that despite our love-hate relationship and all our jibes at each other, D-'s among the people I'm going to miss most once I graduate. And it's sad, because a lot of the people in my grade I've had classes with for nearing 7 years now, and I'm not going to miss them nearly as much.

I also feel privileged. Maybe that's just me being self-centered, but I feel like I got to glimpse a side of D- that she doesn't show to many people (or anyone?). If we didn't have that conversation, I'd be pretty damn convinced she's just cynical of everything and everyone (goes back to that email), but now I feel rather victorious. I've heard things from her friends about how she was like years ago, but the years haven't seen to have done her faith in humanity any good. I'm so glad I didn't graduate with a misconstrued impression of who she is.


Speaking of everyday activities, I like this quote. I used a similar notion in one of my college essays, and it really resonates with what I value in a relationship, romantic or platonic.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Threshold

Your laugh, reminds me of the timeless hours we spent in each other's company.
Your song, reminds me of the interests we share and activities we enjoy.
Your humor, reminds me of the endless comfort that oft had lifted me out of anguish.
Your distance, reminds me that past passions are past.
I am on the threshold between falling for you again, and walking away unscathed.
I know this will fall on deaf ears, but you should know that, cliche'd as this might sound, you are one in a million and though we've parted ways I am so, so lucky to know you. Please don't ever change.


Depending on who you are, this may or may not be dedicated to who you think it's for.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Both Sides of the Story



I can understand completely, but I can't say I'm in the wrong
So to express my pent up anger, I'll rewrite the words to this song
Everyone thinks I am brilliant, social cohesion must take effect
But that will never happen, when my help she does reject

Ohh! We always need to hear both sides of the story.
Both sides of the story!

"Why can't you help her with math, you're already in calculus
If she asks questions about homework, your duty's not to make a fuss"
But what no one seems to get, the pressure isn't just one way
Friends, family, and teachers, bother me nearly every day

Ohh! We always need to hear both sides of the story,
We need to hear both sides of the story.

And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, I've got to show them now
Be sure before you close your eyes
Don't walk away from here till you see both sides,
No no no no!

To me she has thrice spoken, for me not to perform so well
Often I do outshine her, and my success is her death knell
She's got to live up to standards, some of which she cannot reach
Discouragement and defeat, will in any ego breach

Ohh! We always need to hear both sides of the story

And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, I've got to show them how
Be sure before you close your eyes
Don't walk away from here till you see both sides,
No no no no no no.

But I can't just stop trying, I've got my future to think about
I cannot just fail my classes, self-motivation can't be put out
She says "Would you think of me! Never to get a brand new start
Forever in your shadow," O' these words do pierce my heart

We always need to hear both sides of the story,
Both sides of the story.
Oh both sides of the story,
Yes both sides of the story.
Oh both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides, both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides, both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Both sides of the story
Must hear both sides of the story

Thursday, November 25, 2010

His eyes watered, and a single tear rolled down his left cheek.

"No, no--I just yawned,"

But he is hiding something soft inside.