#78 – lost friend

 

#78_b1

 

I don’t make friends with anyone. I know people but that’s as far as I go. If I like you, I like you. If not, who cares. But I did make a friend for a while. This was at work, too. I’ve never been friends with people at work. I never participated in work gatherings or parties. I made it a point when ever I was hired that I’ll only do what was discussed in the interview.

The lady that hired me where I’m employed now decided she wanted to transfer. She wasn’t very trustworthy and tried to take as much from everyone as she could with nothing in return. A about six months ago a new manager arrives. I only said “Hi”, shook her hand and went back to work. She liked that. I found out later she’s exactly like me. We both said we were separated at birth. Then we started helping¬† and watching out for each other. We actually respected each other as human beings. We don’t like crowds, we don’t like eating with other people, we never talked about ourselves. I showed her my Youtube videos and she liked that I trusted her enough to open up about my personal life. No one but you guys, my Deviantart and Youtube followers know I do this.¬† I don’t talk about it or show it to anyone. But then out of nowhere she announces she’s leaving. I was losing a friend that I wanted to be friends with. I had to put my wall back up and start the mental defriending process. She’s married with a family and I didn’t want to interfere in that. The last few days being around her at work was difficult, she even mentioned I didn’t care she was leaving. That was the furthest thing from the truth. I made this card for her. I don’t do things like this. The residents had a party for her leaving and I didn’t go in there. I’m sure that hurt her. But I did slip this onto her desk. A few hours later I was siting in my lounge and she came in almost in tears. She said this wasn’t expected out of me and knew it was difficult for me to do. She loved it because it was from the heart and it had colors. She said “I know you don’t do huggies and don’t like people touching you so fist bump?”. We did and I left that day knowing I had met someone I was honored to have had crossed paths with. She’ll be my friend in memory.

 

Alone

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