By: Gabriela Yareliz
Today, I was reminded of a friend of mine. Maybe, it’s more appropriate to use the term ex-friend.
We had a weird dynamic and a weirder falling out. We spent lots of time together. It was one of those friendships where you know how the other person thinks and his or her reasoning in arriving to certain conclusions.
Our friendship, and everything else, as stated prior, fell apart. It was a weird friendship breakup. He had a vision of what he wanted his life to be. He knew how he wanted to look, what kind of a woman he wanted draped on his arm, the parties he would attend, the kinds of “friends” he wanted to have, and the image he wanted to project. It wasn’t who he was, but that is what he wanted. What’s worse, that is what he pursued.
He decided to go for money, fake, uncaring people, clothes that was too tight and glasses that were too big. It was all about an image. An empty image. Pretty soon, that image became a world. A world that I didn’t fit into anymore. A world that didn’t work out well for him, anyway. The only difference was that at the end, I was no longer there to pick up the pieces. I simply faded. Like fog that lifts. It was liberating and unburdening. I managed to escape the black hole.
Maybe, we all have an image of what we want our lives to look like. We won’t all fit in each other’s worlds. Some of us won’t want other’s worlds. And sometimes, you meet a person whose world you are determined to be a part of. Those are the most interesting stories of all– the ones where the world’s stop being separate planets spinning side-by-side, and instead, one becomes a moon; independent but also a bright reflector of the other.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 