Like, most people, I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Social media can consume us with the desire to portray perfect, flawless lives. It’s like a never ending high-school reunion where we are constantly worried about making sure we have somehow stacked up in the years after leaving (For all my high school classmates reading, rest assured, my life is still all over the place and I’m still neurotic. I’d like to think, if anything, I’ve just gotten better about not trying to be a self-aggrandizing asshole. Feel free to commence throwing cabbages.). But, despite that, it allows for some great inspiration for writing. I’ll see things posted on different news-feeds; articles, songs, images. It’s like a never-ending inspiration spread.
A friend of mine posted a picture of the Third Eye Blind album cover, and after not having listened to them for years, I went and downloaded a few songs off iTunes. Jumper still remains a great song, and in some ways I feel like it’s appropriate for some recent events.
I offer this piece up in apology to a friend:
I am so, so sorry. I am sorry that I was not more caring of your condition earlier on, and although I thought I did my best to help you keep your head above water, I recognize in doing so, I was robbing you of the ability to learn how to swim. Because what sort of friend would I be, if any time you had entered the water, I was there pulling you along? You would never learn the sensation of keeping yourself afloat, never train your muscles to adapt to the strain, and in the event that you entered alone, or I let you go, you would falter and drown. So, in that, I take full responsibility.
My friend, you were callous and unkind to me; I know some of your unkindness comes from a place of pain and unhappiness within yourself. I could hear it in your words as you found ways to belittle me, and while the words stung at the time, I know that it was your way of screaming that you were beginning to drown. I forgive you. I forgive you because I understand what it is like to be there, but I do not absolve you of the responsibility in knowing the truth that your actions–all of our actions–have consequences.
Maybe we will talk and meet again someday. Maybe we will have grown in different ways. Maybe we will never speak again. I just hope that you can put the past away.
– With kindness for all, KP