I don't believe in reincarnation, but I don't not believe either. My belief system has gotten pretty complicated recently and I don't have a single problem with it, other than when I'm trying to talk to someone about it, I can't explain it as simply as I'd like to.
But that's not why I'm writing today. I decided to compile a list of a few of the things about Life that I've learned over the years. A lot of these have to do with being a friend or having friends, simply because that's what I've learned the most about.
For starters, as I've said before, just because you've known someone for years and hung out with them frequently, told them your secrets, doesn't mean a thing. Friendship isn't having stories to tell about time you've spent with people, although those are icing on the cake. Friendship is being there for someone. Allow me to insert two examples of what friendship isn't. I may just infuriate someone, considering that these are real life situations that include two people that consider themselves some of my closest friends. But whatever. I love them because I know them, even if I can't bring myself to like them much anymore.
Example 1: I met this guy online who happened to be a friend of a reliable classmate. They went to school together at one point and my classmate was willing to give character references to prove that the guy was who he said he was. So I gave him my number and we talked for a while. Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Granted, I hadn't met him in person, but my classmate was a reliable source of information, so I said yes. I know how ridiculous this is, but hey. I was a freshman in high school. I was stupid. Give me a break. A few months later, the friend that serves as the example in this case happened to get his number and start calling him. I knew about this and didn't see any problem. She was my friend. I had nothing to worry about. One day, she called me. I hadn't heard from him yet, which was no big deal. She was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. I asked her what was going on that had made her so happy. She said that he had asked her out. 'He' as in my boyfriend. So what did I do? I let her have him. He hadn't even broken up with me before he asked her. I'm fairly sure that she knew this. But I let her have him anyway. Seemed to be the best solution. Since this little episode, they've given birth to a kid. She's still having trouble with the guy, as well. She yo-yos between loving him to death and wanting to be his death. He yo-yos between being a loving and caring father and boyfrined and being an absent and callous jerk. Personally, I've decided to stop fighting it. They deserve each other.
Example 2: My grandmother had a cancer scare over the summer. I was at home, babysitting my twelve year old sister while our mother took Nena to MD Anderson in Houston. Tori was watching TV or asleep and I was standing in the kitchen, on my laptop, talking to friends. I was worried and stressed out and getting a taste of motherhood by having to take the minimal care necessary of an intelligent twelve year old. The house was dark except for whatever happened to be on the tv. I think I was cooking something in the oven at the time too. I was just joking around with one friend and in another window, I was 'listening' to another friend freaking out about whatever happened to be wrong with her that week. This particular friend (and example no. 2) has a habit of making the worst decisions possible and then blaming them on everyone but herself. I don't think she's accepted responsibility for a single one of her actions in her life. Moving on, she was complaining and I was tired of listening to it. I didn't care what drama she had going on with her flavor-of-the-week boyfriend. My beloved grandmother had a very strong possibility of having pancreatic cancer, one of the more complicated cancers to treat and one of the most devastating. So I told her what I was worried about. I don't remember her exact phrasing, but I do remember an 'oh'. No 'That's awful.' No 'What can I do?' No 'Do you need to talk to someone about it?' No 'I'm here for you.' No 'She'll be alright.' No 'Call me if you need anything.' No 'I don't care, let's go back to talking about me.' Just 'oh'. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but someone's grandmother having cancer is something where one of those would be appropriate, right? 'Oh' doesn't say it all. So yeah, this happened a few months back, and Nena's in the clear, but I'm still a little annoyed at the way she handled this. Her ex boyfriend with questionable morals and even more questionable motives faked more concern than she showed. Forgive my bitterness.
I've learned too that teachers can have influences on your life that you may not expect. I've seen what amazing people they are.
The first one that I'd like to mention was my teacher for six consecutive years. I got teasingly picked on like I remember my father doing before he left, I got chastised for my grades, and I got praised for the good that I had done. I know that this is how teachers are supposed to work and I wasn't special in the least, but that influenced me in ways that I don't think he knew. Thanks to him, I was able to have a relatively stable fatherly figure that I really needed at the time. He also taught me that playing small town politics isn't worth it with the way he handled several, obvious to me, instances of this. I don't think he knows that he taught me more than the school curriculum just by being who he was.
The second teacher that I want to include was only my teacher for one year, my senior year. She and I talked with another of my friends (who hasn't ever done anything against me) about just about anything. She trusted us with aspects of her past that I don't believe I could have ever told anyone. She is a remarkably strong woman and one to be seriously admired. I even offered information from the point of view that she sort of needed on a subject or two. I just hope that what I shared didn't lead her wrong. She deserves nothing but the utmost happiness and from what I've heard lately, she's getting it.
Another teacher was actually one of my professors here for a semester. The only relevant part to this little tangent I'm on was what he told us on the last day of class. He started telling us how to ace job interviews and advice on living life to the fullest. At the very end, he apologized and said, 'I'm not trying to be your dad or anything-'. I walked down to where he stood after class with a few other students, trying to figure out how to phrase what I was going to say. I had been really touched by that last speech, considering my as-of-yet unresolved issues with my own father. I ended up simply saying, 'You know how you apologized about 'daddy-ing' us? You shouldn't have. Some of us really needed to hear it.' I didn't realize that I'd teared up a little as I spoke those three lines until he patted my arm and smiled like I'd imagine a father would. I went back to my room and tried writing an email to my own father and ended up crying my eyes out. Someone that I had never spoken to personally until the last day of class had given me more fatherly advice than he had in twenty years. I think I had reason to cry.
So, what I've taken away from life so far is that friends don't stab you in the back or desert you in your time of need. Sometimes, you learn more from what people don't say and what they don't realize they've done that what they've intentionally taught you. You can mean more to someone than you could ever imagine.
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