On this blog, it's nice to be able to get my thoughts jotted down someplace. Most of what I post on here is stuff that I don't really talk about in real life, not necessarily because they're strictly private matters, but because it's a lot to explain at once.
Today I was at Target buying a new game. I heard someone call my name and I turned. To my left was an old friend and an old crush. The former gave me a military salute. The latter just gave a forlorn wave.
It wasn't long before the debacle came rushing back to me. I had had a crush on Sarah in 7th grade, and my former friend was getting his nose in that like you wouldn't believe, in spite of the fact that I was rather nervous about talking to her. In a completely rational turn of events, this resulted in my "friend" spilling the beans to her. Well, not really "her" so much as "just about everyone in school". This wasn't without consequence, either. Both me and Sarah got made fun of like crazy over this, and my friend didn't relent even after the fact. Why the two of them remained friends after this debacle I'll never know.
The summer afterward, I logged a lot of hours trying to figure out how exactly to go about solving this whole stupid thing. I knew that I didn't want my "friend" in on the act from this point forward. Not that that mattered after Sarah moved away never to be seen again.
That day at Target was the first I'd seen of either of them in quite some time. I was getting a chance at making things right after all that time. As appealing as that was, I had long since moved on from the both of them. And in that moment, when I was standing 10 feet from them at Target, I knew what my next course of action would be.
Nothing.
Nothing at all. I simply paid for my game, thanked the guy for his time, and left without a word to either of them.
When I told this story at lunch the next day, all of my friends told me I was insane. But I know I made the right call. Do I still wish things had worked out better with Sarah from time to time? YES. But it's not worth going back and changing. Sometimes moving on is all you can really do.
Today I was at Target buying a new game. I heard someone call my name and I turned. To my left was an old friend and an old crush. The former gave me a military salute. The latter just gave a forlorn wave.
It wasn't long before the debacle came rushing back to me. I had had a crush on Sarah in 7th grade, and my former friend was getting his nose in that like you wouldn't believe, in spite of the fact that I was rather nervous about talking to her. In a completely rational turn of events, this resulted in my "friend" spilling the beans to her. Well, not really "her" so much as "just about everyone in school". This wasn't without consequence, either. Both me and Sarah got made fun of like crazy over this, and my friend didn't relent even after the fact. Why the two of them remained friends after this debacle I'll never know.
The summer afterward, I logged a lot of hours trying to figure out how exactly to go about solving this whole stupid thing. I knew that I didn't want my "friend" in on the act from this point forward. Not that that mattered after Sarah moved away never to be seen again.
That day at Target was the first I'd seen of either of them in quite some time. I was getting a chance at making things right after all that time. As appealing as that was, I had long since moved on from the both of them. And in that moment, when I was standing 10 feet from them at Target, I knew what my next course of action would be.
Nothing.
Nothing at all. I simply paid for my game, thanked the guy for his time, and left without a word to either of them.
When I told this story at lunch the next day, all of my friends told me I was insane. But I know I made the right call. Do I still wish things had worked out better with Sarah from time to time? YES. But it's not worth going back and changing. Sometimes moving on is all you can really do.