Confiding, Apologizing, and Being Silly
On Friday I went swing dancing to see my friend Billy, who I hadn’t seen in a year since he moved to Washington after college graduation. It was really good to see him; he hadn’t changed at all. I couldn’t believe it had already been a year since we had to say goodbye to him, time went by quickly. It probably seems that way because we haven’t gone up to swing dancing much this year whereas last year we were practically there every other week. During the long car rides there and back, Angela, my brother Sean, and I talked about some funny things and some serious things. I love how Angela and I can just be open and honest with our feelings and rant to each other when we need to and always be there for each other. She’s told me that she truly considers me to be her sister, and that I know more about her than any person living. She knows more about me than anyone else too and we have so many experiences together that we can talk about anything and understand each other. She knows so much about me and she loves me for who I am. I never feel like I’m not appreciated and feel total unconditional acceptance from her, which is an incredible thing.
During swing dancing I finally talked to one of my friends after wanting to talk to him for a while. We were dancing and he told me briefly about some of the bad things that were going on lately. Things had been a little weird between us ever since last year when we went on a date and there was all this confusion from that. I didn’t think one date meant we were dating while he did, and it got very complicated and stressful. It was really hard when I finally had to bring up that I wanted to make it clear that I considered him just a friend, and he took it really hard and things were never the same. While dancing and after when I pulled him aside I talked to him about how sorry I was for hurting him and that I never meant to lead him on if I did. I told him how much I was stressed out about the whole situation and that’s why it took me so long to bring it up. I didn’t know what he was thinking and I didn’t know how to bring it up. He said that means a lot to him and he was sorry too. He said he didn’t mean to make me feel as bad as he did. A lot of bad things were going on and he kind of took it as an excuse to dump everything on me and was sorry. He told me in a platonic way that he loves me and I’m one of his few friends and always looks forward to me coming up. I told him I love him too and think he’s a really sweet guy and that I was really sorry. We hugged a tight hug and from then on out he seemed much happier and was smiling a lot. The air was cleared, and things felt like old times again. I’m glad we finally talked.
On Saturday we all met up again except this time at Angela’s house. We had a lot of fun baking, playing card and board games, and taking funny pictures. I went into Angela’s room with her and found all these clothes that I could put on to be funny, like a blue cape and a horned hat as well as a Star Trek toy gun she had gotten for her birthday. I put all the stuff on while Angela laughed, and then I opened her door quietly and creeped around the corner to where our friends were standing. I jumped into the doorway and started blasting the toy gun that made “pew pew” sounds while lighting up and then ducked back for cover. It was funny and silly and they all came to find me and found some stuff to wear too and we took awesome pictures. They are really a great group of friends and I always feel so comfortable with them. It was a very good weekend, and it was great to have most of the gang reunited again.(minus Brian) They’re all about 7-8 years older than me at 25 and 26, but we get along so well that you’d think we were the same age. They’re always forgetting that I’m still in high school and never really think about it. I hardly ever think about the age difference either. I don’t really feel or act my age, I guess growing up with two brothers 8 and 11 years older than me made me feel like I was the same age too and I act as mature as them.