CHOOSING MYSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME
I just lost a friend of ten years because we transitioned from high school friends to adult friends but I grew up and she didn’t.
She is too concerned about “sayings” and haircuts and thrift shopping. She is bothered in the similarities between us. She’s bothered now by the things that would have brought us together.
I’m concerned about our jobs, our happiness, our health, how we contribute back to society to make our world better. I’m bothered that she cares deeply about petty things and can’t crack deeper beneath the surface and use that discomfort to perpetuate a better life for al of us.
We’re living through a pandemic, economic recession, and the Black Lives Matter movement. There are so many bigger things to be uncomfortable about that are bigger than us.
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. And frankly, we’re nothing alike. She’s White with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was the popular new girl from a big city that everyone wanted to be like. She dated all the boys and had the latest, newest stuff. She came from a big family. And none of that has changed for her.
I’m Chinese with hair length that changes every year. I dye it, perm it, chop bangs, or full on cut it. I have brown eyes. I was never popular. I was the girl in marching band and every extra ciricular activity I could join. I had good grades and never missed church on Sunday. I am an only child adopted and raised by a single mother.
These core things that made us who we are couldn’t be further apart. And I’m proud of who I am. I don’t have to want to be you to just to like you. I want to be nothing like you. That doesn’t mean I can’t like you as a person. And the fact that we could have things in common and that bothers you to your core, I frankly want nothing less to be rid of such a toxic friendship.
I’m done. I still like you. But I’m doing what’s best for me.