Last night, I called my old friend Skye to see if he and another old friend, Isabel, wanted to go out to lunch soon. The reason I call them old friends is because about a year and a half ago, we had this huge falling out.
Isabel and I were both working at Forever 21 during our senior year but after this huge debacle at prom, Isabel simply told our manager, that I was the ringleader of a recent shoplifting fiasco that had gone down at our store. Of course, it wasnt true, but Isabel lied so well, that I was fired and she was promoted. Ever since then I've hated Isabel.
But a few weeks ago, during one of my many mall pick me ups, I bumped into Isabel and Skye. Literally. I was wearing these new blue contacts, and couldnt see a damn thing in front of me. Just vague, formless shapes. But who needs sight when your eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day?
What I thought would be an awkward moment, turned out to be the most natual meeting of all. After you break up with someone, you hope and pray to God to run into the ex-party, looking like a movie star, to make them see that you dont need them anymore and that you're actually better off without them. It's how I had always hoped to run into Isabel, and coincidently enough, my wish came true. The funny thing is that once my dream came true, my confidence had a major boost and I no longer hated Isabel. Call it maturity or whatnot, but I was actually glad to know that I was no longer consumed with hatred for this old friend.
We chatted for a little while, and made plans to go out to lunch. But as the days passed, no phone calls were made. I later found out from Skye that the reason he or Isabel made no attempt to contact me was because she had run off to Mexico. But to make up for it, Skye suggested another luncheon. This time it would be with another old friend/enemy, Brenda. But with this old friend/enemy I wasnt ready to make peace and so told Skye I wouldnt be able to make it, because...I was busy planning my own birthday party.
A lie, I know, but it's just I wasnt ready to start having lunch with Brenda. I mean, I had just gotten over Isabel, wasnt that enough? I guess not, cuz' now I have this huge blow-out party to throw for myself in less than a week, and my ass is just totally broke. Ugh...
Isabel and I were both working at Forever 21 during our senior year but after this huge debacle at prom, Isabel simply told our manager, that I was the ringleader of a recent shoplifting fiasco that had gone down at our store. Of course, it wasnt true, but Isabel lied so well, that I was fired and she was promoted. Ever since then I've hated Isabel.
But a few weeks ago, during one of my many mall pick me ups, I bumped into Isabel and Skye. Literally. I was wearing these new blue contacts, and couldnt see a damn thing in front of me. Just vague, formless shapes. But who needs sight when your eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day?
What I thought would be an awkward moment, turned out to be the most natual meeting of all. After you break up with someone, you hope and pray to God to run into the ex-party, looking like a movie star, to make them see that you dont need them anymore and that you're actually better off without them. It's how I had always hoped to run into Isabel, and coincidently enough, my wish came true. The funny thing is that once my dream came true, my confidence had a major boost and I no longer hated Isabel. Call it maturity or whatnot, but I was actually glad to know that I was no longer consumed with hatred for this old friend.
We chatted for a little while, and made plans to go out to lunch. But as the days passed, no phone calls were made. I later found out from Skye that the reason he or Isabel made no attempt to contact me was because she had run off to Mexico. But to make up for it, Skye suggested another luncheon. This time it would be with another old friend/enemy, Brenda. But with this old friend/enemy I wasnt ready to make peace and so told Skye I wouldnt be able to make it, because...I was busy planning my own birthday party.
A lie, I know, but it's just I wasnt ready to start having lunch with Brenda. I mean, I had just gotten over Isabel, wasnt that enough? I guess not, cuz' now I have this huge blow-out party to throw for myself in less than a week, and my ass is just totally broke. Ugh...
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