Dear Diary,
There’s an old saying “People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” I love that quote. It basically means, as I see it, that someone comes along to assist you for a specific reason and are just as quickly gone or they come around for a little while then go, or they’re in it for the long haul.
Recently, I’ve experienced my first “season” friend.
Yeah, I know at 30 years old this shouldn’t exactly be my “first” anything as far as relationships go, but it is. Most of the people I encounter are “reason” or “lifetime” people. The lady who made my bodice was a reason. I liked her, we got on well, and we even traded tips and secrets about smoking (I can shame myself about my bad habits, thank you!), but at the end of the transaction, that was it. We were done. We weren’t meant to interact beyond the time it took for her to make the bodice and me to hand over the money, and I don’t think either of us were really interested in trying to draw it out longer.
Another person, whom I still technically consider a friend, was also a “reason” person. It took me a long time to figure out her reason for being around me, and that was that I needed to learn to stop catering to people. She was (and probably still is) a very strong personality and was quick to piss off when things didn’t go exactly as she wanted. At the time, I was easily cowed. It was easier for me to snap to than to stand up for myself. While not catering to her might have made it so she doesn’t ever fully trust me, it taught me that I don’t have to be at the beck and call of others. Nothing truly bad happened by my inability to be super-human.
Of course, the lifetime friends are the easy ones. They’re always there, they always will be there, and it doesn’t matter if I talk to them all the time or not. Things will never change so much about them or me that I’ll stop being happy to hear from them or stop liking them.
But this “season” friend? I never thought a “season” would be so hard. It’s almost like being dumped, but without the dumping. Huh… When I put it that way, it’s not my first “season,” but the first one that has mattered like this.
Y’see, this friend, we met fairly innocently. I was playing a MMO and was invited to join a new guild because they needed the bodies. We were told we could stick around, we didn’t have to leave, so I stuck around. “Season” got the same invite, and we ended up dominating the guild chat with our old cartoons talk and different religions. By the end of the night, we switched to using a separate IM client and we talked almost every day for a while. But, he started having problems with his wife. I was a good friend and comforted him. She kicked him out, then took him back. He told me he was miserable. I made sure to always be there for him when I could.
A year or so later, they separated again, officially. Within the month she was moving in with a new guy and pregnant. “Season” started talking to me as if he wanted to start a long distance relationship with me. I was uneasy with this, because they weren’t legally divorced, just separated. However, I noticed that even with his advances, he pulled away more and more. Maybe a little over a month ago, he told me that the missus-but-not was tricking him and upsetting him. There wasn’t any advice I could really give. Then I started noticing that the more she posted to his Facebook and the friendlier those posts got, the less he responded to me.
Now, I know I’m a little dense in the social department, and for a while I figured I was just reading too much into things, but there comes a time when a girl’s gotta realize she’s been labeled “ENEMY” and her guy-friend isn’t allowed to talk to her anymore. What bothers me most is I trusted his sincerity to want to come visit me, want to hang out with me, just plain want me. I trusted him and he let me down. I think more so than my ex-fiancee because I didn’t see this one coming. I was supportive when he came out about his bisexuality, I was supportive when his wife threw him into emotional fits, I was supportive when he went back the first time (even though I didn’t think it was smart). In the end, I wasn’t even worth a “Hey, the missus don’t think we should talk. See ya!”
So, I’ve decided “season” needs to go because I’m better than this. I deserve more than getting what amounts to second hand crap from his wife. It’s just always sad to see someone with so much potential become something of no more value than what you’d flush down a toilet.
Until next time.
~Me