Last September my best friend moved to Arizona. Surprising considering that back in 1987 she wasn’t my friend at all, even though we knew each other. Lisa was my friend. My "High School" best friend. Tall and amazing, intelligent, and a super sports star, I have no idea why she was friends with me. Lisa was so busy all the time that I barely ever got any time to hang out with her. I took anything I could get, even church. I was not exactly a true believer, even then, yet I went weekly just to have any time that I could.
My only serious competition was Christie, the pastor’s daughter. I think that was what made me the most jealous of their time. That they shared the church, in which I would never truly believe. I never realized until this very minute the true nature of my jealousy. That through birthright Christie had a closer tie to Lisa than I ever would, if I was really true to my myself.
So when I moved to Seattle and was looking for a college roommate Lisa told me that Christie was also looking for a roommate. I didn’t think it was a good match. However, no other offer ever came up and we ended up together. I think we were real uncomfortable for at least two months until we realized that we were like twins. Christie was my female soul mate. We had all the same likes and dislikes, and indeed had seen each other as competition for Lisa's friendship. God, High Schoolers are so ridiculous.
From that point on, we were joined at the hip. We shared clothes and shoes and once even a bedmate (not at the same time!). We worked together, went to school together, had all the same friends, and spent every spare moment together. Good lord we were trouble. She is amazing. I miss her so much. Which is why it is such a wonder that I never called her on her birthday. Why I forgot to send her a card. It is just a flaw inside me, I think about those dates and times way in advance and then forget to celebrate them in time.
Tonight when I called her, I actually had to call her PARENTS first, because I only had her cell number. They, of course, don’t really care for me. I am the bad seed who turned their daughter from the church. Can you imagine, “Hi Mr, D, it’s kerewin, um I need Christie’s number since I can’t seem to find it…”
I MISS HER, I miss her so much. I can’t wait until October when we go down to see her and her husband and daughter. Is there anyone like your first real love?
My first best friend was evil...well, evilish and we fell out after the 3rd grade...my jr. high/high school true love had a baby a few weeks before I had my baby...I'm jealous you still see your friends. I never do. They live all over and I am poor and working all the time.
I never, never, never remember anyone's birthday. Not my own, even. Not my husband's. It's awful! But it's sort of nice for us because we don't care about birthdays and don't buy each other presents and there's no "you forgot my birthday!" fighting...
Posted by: miel at June 29, 2005 02:21 AMBack when my husband turned 30, about a month after starting a new job, he never told any of his coworkers that he had a birthday coming up. Consequently, they never knew to say anything. We woke up the morning of his birthday and he was all grumpy and pissed off. He was sure no one was going to wish him a happy birthday. Poor thing.
So right after he left, I called his work and let them know it was his birthday and planned some surprise stuff for later in the evening. He had a wonderful day and a great evening. he kept saying, "Wow! How did they know?" It was YEARS before I ever told him the truth.
So I guess you could say that we would both have a little meltdown if the other forgot our birthday. We're princesses like that. Call me jealous of your calmness in these matters.
Posted by: kerewin at June 29, 2005 05:27 AM