“That’s What Friends Are For”
noornavillus:
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I left my first school as a Mess and transferred to a place I barely knew anything about in a city I had hoped to never see again because it was the nicest place that I could go to while living with my parents, which I have to do now for financial reasons. First school screwed up the paperwork, and I ended up spending a lonely year waiting for the next chance to apply. This past week was my second at the new school. I don’t know anyone, I don’t know how to meet people; all I have right now is my work. I have one friend in the city who has a super busy work schedule and I can pretty much never see.
Essentially, my relationships to the people and places around me for the
last year and a bit have been entirely practical and emotionless.
This weekend I realized that I had lost all my personal records of the work I’ve done and the photos of myself from the last five years. Last night I cried real big and bad for all of it. I didn’t know how to manage the loneliness anymore.
Today a friend from that first school, who I haven’t heard or seen trace of in that whole year and a bit, messaged me asking about where I was and what I had most recently written. I told him it was just a two paragraph response to a reading for homework, but he insisted that I send it to him, because he’d never heard of one of the figures I mentioned in it. This dude is one of the best influences I’ve ever had in my life; certainly the best influence I had at that school. He liked what I wrote.
Then, he called me on messenger. He asked me everything about my studies, and told me he was stoked that I was going where I was going because he actually had super wanted to go there when he was applying for postgrad. “I’m honored to know an anthropology student at [second school].” I was stunned. And as we spoke, I realized that all my classes were pretty dope, in fact. I started feeling great about my situation. He didn’t sit there and tell me my life was great while I struggled to believe him out of shame. I realized that it was fine, that I had stuff to look forward to today, tomorrow, and every day, built into my life. He’s living with his parents now, too. We talked about a job he just applied to, which I really, really hope he’ll get. He recalled when I’d said that one day we would “find each other again” and live in the same town, and we shared that neither one of us were entirely confident in that thought, but now there was a real possibility of it. All the while, we laughed those laughs you laugh just because you feel good enough to.
Friendship, support, and positive influence. Look for them, identify them, and eat them like you’ll never eat again
^follow me, not not-me, which is still me, but not really me. Not anymore. U feel?