Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Something unusual bothered me today, and I considered it strange because it was a thought that sparked many more that I had not pondered in some time.
A little girl, of about six asked me who my best friend was. I thought, and went to give an answer, before the little girl repeated “Who is your best friend. Someone you think about and love all the time. Even when they’re bad?” In my head, I withdrew my answer and begun to think. I rushed and stumbled as the little girl again repeated the question. In my haste, I threw about five answers at her. None of which satisfied her, nor myself.
The remainder of the time I spent with the little girl, I struggled greatly to think about anything but her question. My greatest unhappiness was not that I could not name one ‘best friend’, it was that I could not name a single.
Alone, I came to the realisation that everyone I loved had in some way disappointed me to an extent where I was no longer willing to think of them the same.