Tuesday, September 22, 2009 by Mariskova
A friend oftentimes has more impact on us than our parents or siblings do. When
Without disrespecting our parents and siblings, there are tons of reasons why we don't share our day-to-day stories with them.
1. There is always a speech following the storytelling session. I don't know about you, but I'm really not a good speech audience. And mind you, the speech can last more than a week.
2. This can come with the speech, or separately: the accusation. You are the problem, not the problem itself.
3. The insults, especially from your siblings. How could you be stupid like that?
4. There is this need to act like a good child in the eyes of our parents, even if you have to fake it.
5. There is this need to act like we are smarter than the rest of the world population in the eyes of our parents, therefore we never make mistakes.
6. ..................... (fill in yourself).
Friends, on the other hand, seem to always be there and do the right things when we have problems. Besides...
1. Our encounter with them is always meaningful (in the office handling difficult jobs from difficult boss).
2. Our encounter with them is always in the 'quality time'. From 8 to 5, Monday through Friday. The time when we meet our parents and siblings is usually before sunrise and after sunset.
3. Friends don't give us speech. If they do, they would never be our friends in the first place.
4. Friends don't insult our stupid action
5. Friends give us applicable solution, no matter how silly the solution will seem to be in the future.
6. We don't need to be somebody else when we are with our friends. There is no demand to be the most perfect one. Friends don't do perfect.
Sure, you may argue that friends are not that all-angelic. You may argue that blood is thicker than teh botol you share with your friends. Well, you may not confide with some friends, but you do keep a short list of friends in the innerside of your heart. Don't you?
Then, what if that one friend you keep in your very very very short list hurts you?
Probably you would reconsider the definition of friend. You'd change the friend term in wikipedia if you could. You'd check if what that person does can be considered a crime and so it can justify you to send that person to jail. You might spam on Facebook bad-mouthing that person, or you'd close your Facebook account all together. Or, you'd just remove that person from your Facebook friend's list...
I, myself, have to admit that I don't really have that many friends out there. It's not because I am choosy. It's actually -well- embarassingly because those people can't stand me. And when some people can stand me, they usually fill my list of friends easily. And when they are in my extremely very short list, I usually regard them highly. I usually trust them without doubts.
But, again, as you may argue, even the friends in our very short list might hurt us, intentionally. I know. I have been there. And I should say the 'forgive but don't forget' thing is bull****. You can't forget, let alone forgive. No matter how hard you try. Trust me, I had tried really really really hard. The trying hard to forgive and forget is really exhausting. When it is not successful, it is not only exhausting but also frustrating. My heart is drained.
On the eve of this year's Eid El Fitr, I was in the car to visit some relatives. The sound of incoming sms filled the car continously. My friends sent me Eid Mubarak's greetings. Some sent me similar message, some sent me sms with greetings so beautiful that I kept them in a separate box. You might say that those people sending the sms might not really mean what they sent. You might argue that Eid Mubarak sms is just a trend, not a sincere request.
I don't care.
The fact that someone is willing to spend some Rupiah to send the greetings is touching.
Then, it was my turn to return the sms and to send some to others. I wrote the Eid Mubarak's message and started to check in the names. I started with the As. The name list in my cell phone went down, and down, and down... and I stopped. My used-to-be friend's name was still there. I hadn't delete it. And that moment, I froze. Really froze.
Let me tell you how it felt when I froze. I felt cold, and pain, and anger, and sadness, and anger, and more pain. I was staring at the monitor half the trip with memories filling inside my head. I could have skipped the name, you know. But, somehow, I couldn't do it as spontaneously as I wanted to.
Minutes passed. I knew I had to release my pain. It had been too long and I didn't want it to occupy my heart anymore. Enough is enough.
I looked down to my cellphone. My right thumb moved. I checked in that name and... SENT.
This year's Eid El Fitr taught me that some friends may not deserve our trust. But, I will always make sure I deserve my friends' trust. Do you?
Happy Eid Mubarak.
May you have an englightening Ramadhan this year.