For A Friend
It is not every day that you stumble on a situation that will be of a benefit to you. Although in our life time we do yearn to unearth something that will maneuver us through the wearisome times. That something can come in many different forms: a person, a band, an object, a thinking that wills us to go on. When you find that something, you will do everything within your power to keep it. For me, that special something came in the form of a person.
At the beginning, I had no idea how much of an importance that person would be to me. When I first met the said person I was weary of their performances and thinkings. On many occasions I even vacillated their mental stability. Countless times I can recall when this person made a complete fool of themselves to impress those around him. Oh, he would often sprint into the heart of on coming traffic, bang on shop windows, make fun of people on the streets for no evident reason. There were enough times I witnessed him staggering home late at night, just after intoxicating himself brainless. He would meander into the cul-de-sac of my avenue, lean against cars, tumble up against walls and howl at young girls walking local. Then he would of course omit his mark and empty the contents of his stomach all over the road.
Following those unwelcome experiences I considered very little of him. To me he was a simpleton with a discourteous, sexist attitude. He was also a bit of a grouch when it came to remedying people. Lazy, is not the word since he is far from lazy. Every day of the week he runs errands for his mother and the neighbors.
It wasn't until I spent a day with him that I understood how different he was.
It was another average day, the sun was fluorescent, the birds were serenading(corny). The heat being to much to bare, drove us to take a trek to the beach. Now believe me when I say this, 16 people, three kids, temperatures at 35 degrees and leather car seats do not work well.
After much disputing and barbarity amongst siblings, we reached our destination...finally! The kids settled down on the beach, most of the group went swimming and I was left alone with him. Numerous thoughts of digging a shaft in the sand and tunneling my path away from him, ran through my mind. It was sweltering, I was sweaty and the last thing I needed was himself and his attitude. We sat in silence for a while looking out over the horizon. It was a calm day and the sea breeze lashed aginst our faces.
"You don't like me very much, do you?"
I turned to him but he wasn't looking at me. He was fixated with the sea and rippling waves. I wanted to say "No, I do not bloody well like you very much, at all. Your arrogant, rude, sexist and as far as I'm concerned, a complete show off!".
Instead I settled for shrugging my shoulders and mumbling that, he was ok. He did of course laugh lightly at me and repositioned himself on the warm sand, so that his legs were tucked beneath him. Suspicion immediately plagued my mind. What was he playing at? Some sort of game? For all I know he could vault me at any second. OK, so perhaps I exaggerated a little when I thought he would vault me. My brother was after all, just a couple of feet away from us. He was hardly going to jump me in front of him.
"I know you don't like me" he continued to tell me. All the time I watched him fondle with a twig and sculpt his initials into the sand.
I said nothing, allowing him the chance to continue and possibly explain his actions to me. That he did.
"I never had many friends." Those were the words that struck me hard. I had heard about his past life. How his father was part of some big company so he was destined to travel with the family who constantly moved from location to location. He continued to tell me about how every time he was new to a school, he had to act the "class clown" to gain their friendship. He told me now that his father no longer worked for the company, he would be permanently staying in my town.
So he was acting the clown in the hopes we would remain his friends. It was pathetic. But I guess past actions always remain a part of whom you are.
Anyway, we soon kindled a friendship out of that day on the beach. I took every opportunity to show him that he didn't need to show off to be one of the group. He just needed to be himself. After that, I uncovered that he was a book lover, and that he loved to write. He even wore glasses, which was something I did not expect. Not from a guy who wore leather, anyway. Sun glasses, maybe, but not bi-fociles.
He wants to be a man of Science. Some day, he decided, he will prove that God and science are united as one to make what we have today. This planet. Our world.
He became such a matter of motivation in my life. He helped me babysit, took me places, lent me some money when I was short at the shops, lifted some of the groceries in for me and Mum. When my boyfriend was in hospital with his appendix, he even went to visit him with me and went to the trouble of buying him some green grapes that he so dearly loves!
So now, he's more then just that guy who always showed off and ran into traffic. He's more then my neighbour.
-He's my friend, my partner in crime, the guy who mows my lawn and pops his head out of his attic bedroom every morning to say hello to me mum as she hangs out the washing.
-He's that guy who gets up every morning at 7:30, bangs on my attic window and asks me to help him walk the dogs.
-He's the bloke with the bike, always covered in oil stains.
-The dude that sits out his backgarden reading that Terry Pratchett book that I gave him for his birthday.
-He's the one with the slight limp because he fell out of a tree trying to rescue his sisters Teddy Bear, Hermy, when his younger brother Tommy stuck it up there.
-He's the lad that blasts the spice girls from his stero when I'm in a foul mood, just to try and make me laugh.
-He's the dude that has an entire shelf full of books seeking the truth about untold ledgends. The Holy Grail, being his most precise book.
-He's the guy ho made me go to a theology convention.
-He's the guy who everynight at exactly 10:30, climbs out of his attic window and helps me up out of mine.
-He's the guy who sits on the roof with me and watches the stars, every single night.
The point of this blog was to show you that the special things in life are not pesented to you on a silver platter. Sometimes you need to get out and search for them. Do a bit of detective work.
Sometimes you just need to be willing to accept the odd person into your life, in hope that they can be your special something.
The point remains that everybody has something important in their life. Maybe you don't have it right now at ths moment in time. But you will find it. Maybe you do have your special something in life and it makes ever wakeing moment that little bit easier.
So when your feeling lousy about something that happened. You feel you just can't go on and that life bloody well sucks, always remember that your special something is waiting for you to call.
This blog is dedicatd to Johnny Leeroy O' Sullivan. My greatest companion in life. That guy who knows me better then me.
"I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"-Galeleo
At the beginning, I had no idea how much of an importance that person would be to me. When I first met the said person I was weary of their performances and thinkings. On many occasions I even vacillated their mental stability. Countless times I can recall when this person made a complete fool of themselves to impress those around him. Oh, he would often sprint into the heart of on coming traffic, bang on shop windows, make fun of people on the streets for no evident reason. There were enough times I witnessed him staggering home late at night, just after intoxicating himself brainless. He would meander into the cul-de-sac of my avenue, lean against cars, tumble up against walls and howl at young girls walking local. Then he would of course omit his mark and empty the contents of his stomach all over the road.
Following those unwelcome experiences I considered very little of him. To me he was a simpleton with a discourteous, sexist attitude. He was also a bit of a grouch when it came to remedying people. Lazy, is not the word since he is far from lazy. Every day of the week he runs errands for his mother and the neighbors.
It wasn't until I spent a day with him that I understood how different he was.
It was another average day, the sun was fluorescent, the birds were serenading(corny). The heat being to much to bare, drove us to take a trek to the beach. Now believe me when I say this, 16 people, three kids, temperatures at 35 degrees and leather car seats do not work well.
After much disputing and barbarity amongst siblings, we reached our destination...finally! The kids settled down on the beach, most of the group went swimming and I was left alone with him. Numerous thoughts of digging a shaft in the sand and tunneling my path away from him, ran through my mind. It was sweltering, I was sweaty and the last thing I needed was himself and his attitude. We sat in silence for a while looking out over the horizon. It was a calm day and the sea breeze lashed aginst our faces.
"You don't like me very much, do you?"
I turned to him but he wasn't looking at me. He was fixated with the sea and rippling waves. I wanted to say "No, I do not bloody well like you very much, at all. Your arrogant, rude, sexist and as far as I'm concerned, a complete show off!".
Instead I settled for shrugging my shoulders and mumbling that, he was ok. He did of course laugh lightly at me and repositioned himself on the warm sand, so that his legs were tucked beneath him. Suspicion immediately plagued my mind. What was he playing at? Some sort of game? For all I know he could vault me at any second. OK, so perhaps I exaggerated a little when I thought he would vault me. My brother was after all, just a couple of feet away from us. He was hardly going to jump me in front of him.
"I know you don't like me" he continued to tell me. All the time I watched him fondle with a twig and sculpt his initials into the sand.
I said nothing, allowing him the chance to continue and possibly explain his actions to me. That he did.
"I never had many friends." Those were the words that struck me hard. I had heard about his past life. How his father was part of some big company so he was destined to travel with the family who constantly moved from location to location. He continued to tell me about how every time he was new to a school, he had to act the "class clown" to gain their friendship. He told me now that his father no longer worked for the company, he would be permanently staying in my town.
So he was acting the clown in the hopes we would remain his friends. It was pathetic. But I guess past actions always remain a part of whom you are.
Anyway, we soon kindled a friendship out of that day on the beach. I took every opportunity to show him that he didn't need to show off to be one of the group. He just needed to be himself. After that, I uncovered that he was a book lover, and that he loved to write. He even wore glasses, which was something I did not expect. Not from a guy who wore leather, anyway. Sun glasses, maybe, but not bi-fociles.
He wants to be a man of Science. Some day, he decided, he will prove that God and science are united as one to make what we have today. This planet. Our world.
He became such a matter of motivation in my life. He helped me babysit, took me places, lent me some money when I was short at the shops, lifted some of the groceries in for me and Mum. When my boyfriend was in hospital with his appendix, he even went to visit him with me and went to the trouble of buying him some green grapes that he so dearly loves!
So now, he's more then just that guy who always showed off and ran into traffic. He's more then my neighbour.
-He's my friend, my partner in crime, the guy who mows my lawn and pops his head out of his attic bedroom every morning to say hello to me mum as she hangs out the washing.
-He's that guy who gets up every morning at 7:30, bangs on my attic window and asks me to help him walk the dogs.
-He's the bloke with the bike, always covered in oil stains.
-The dude that sits out his backgarden reading that Terry Pratchett book that I gave him for his birthday.
-He's the one with the slight limp because he fell out of a tree trying to rescue his sisters Teddy Bear, Hermy, when his younger brother Tommy stuck it up there.
-He's the lad that blasts the spice girls from his stero when I'm in a foul mood, just to try and make me laugh.
-He's the dude that has an entire shelf full of books seeking the truth about untold ledgends. The Holy Grail, being his most precise book.
-He's the guy ho made me go to a theology convention.
-He's the guy who everynight at exactly 10:30, climbs out of his attic window and helps me up out of mine.
-He's the guy who sits on the roof with me and watches the stars, every single night.
The point of this blog was to show you that the special things in life are not pesented to you on a silver platter. Sometimes you need to get out and search for them. Do a bit of detective work.
Sometimes you just need to be willing to accept the odd person into your life, in hope that they can be your special something.
The point remains that everybody has something important in their life. Maybe you don't have it right now at ths moment in time. But you will find it. Maybe you do have your special something in life and it makes ever wakeing moment that little bit easier.
So when your feeling lousy about something that happened. You feel you just can't go on and that life bloody well sucks, always remember that your special something is waiting for you to call.
This blog is dedicatd to Johnny Leeroy O' Sullivan. My greatest companion in life. That guy who knows me better then me.
"I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"-Galeleo
Ssssh now because I feel like crying whenever I read over it.
:Shhhhh....'s.... you all:
Mike N Tre Erections, August 6th, 2007 at 12:20:59pm
*Votes you for best blogger*.
=D
Skippy., August 6th, 2007 at 07:59:26am
That's beautiful
^^
Mike Dirnt., August 6th, 2007 at 07:19:38am
Just amazing...
And I'm glad you found that special something in your life. =)
threeam., August 6th, 2007 at 12:14:07am
He sounds like an awesome friend.
Stef., August 6th, 2007 at 12:00:50am
=]
banquo, August 5th, 2007 at 09:44:17pm