A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime
So I did something that I am paying the price for right now. I actually binged on some Pringles in a tuned out emotional break and now my stomach is literally doing flip flops. I haven't had one of these junk food moments in a good while and believe me when I say I won't have another one for a long time to come! I know why I did it...a semi-subconscious attempt at sabotaging my progress on an emotional and physical level. The comfort sport. It's an easy trap to fall back into. I'm not going to beat myself up for it but I am also not going to fall for it again. I had a passing thought about Jason yesterday. Of course it was triggered by his voicemail message just before Christmas. On one hand, I'm really happy about the arrival of his first child with his wife. When we were friends I remember him talking about what his life would be like once he got married and had a family of his own. I am sure he is a good dad. On the other hand, we are no longer friends simply because the one time I called needing a friend to listen to me, he didn't take the time to listen. I thought we had a bond like brother and sister. He hurt me by simply not listening. I remember all of his early morning calls when he needed a friend to listen to his fears and accomplishments. He knew in my bouts of insomnia that I would be awake to listen. It's funny that the one and only time I ever called him in the middle of the night to talk about how I was feeling about my workplace environment (after 4am), he wasn't a good friend. What bothered me the most was that when he did call back about three hours later instead of asking me what was wrong, he left me a voicemail message scolding me as if though I was a child. It angered me even more that the impression he left me with was that his wife doesn't know anything about me or of the platonic friendship that we had. It was as if though all he cared about was what his wife would think. It didn't matter that I was a friend in need of someone to listen and that I reached out for his advice. I needed to talk to someone so much that I actually called my mother that morning around 4:30am. We don't have the best relationship in the world but that night she listened. In that moment I loved and respected my mother for being there. I really wish Jason had valued our friendship more than he did. I was and still am deeply hurt.
It's true that people are put into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Sometimes I wonder if O'Neil will do the same thing one day. The only difference between the two is that with O'Neil, like five years ago, I like him more than just being platonic friends. I care about him deeply but I already know he has put me into that friends only box. I'm forced to make my peace with that assessment. It's the end point to what I messed up all those years ago. It's my punishment. He'll never know that I knew somehow we would find one another again. While he forgot about me, I never forgot about him. What I don't know is if things will turn out similarly to the way they did with Jason in regards to great conversations, love talking and debating one another, etc. Will he too go on to get married, have a family, and then forget about me...again? I don't know if Jason and I will ever speak or see one another again but I do always wish those who have come and gone from my life the best. Only time knows the rest of the story.
