Today I was in the hot tub at the recreation centre having a blast by myself waiting for a certain lady. After having skillfully dived for golf balls and made my ears ache I went back to the hot tub.
I ran into someone I used to be close with (who I shall call Abee) and at one point was higher on my priority list than my own family. Abee was the subject of a previous blog post I wrote after I’d heard some things from a former short mutual friend. A very short recap…
Many moons ago I was very good friends with Abee. We were going through similar situations which helped us get along I’m guessing. Anyways, some time after we stopped hanging out regularly I had a chance encounter with Abee in the playground of a local school where she told me (I’m paraphrasing) – that she didn’t want to hang out or talk to me anymore. Apparently some of the juvenile delinquents (known for their honesty and truthfulness of course) she worked with at the time were telling her that I was picking up young girls and had said something else which she wouldn’t elaborate on. Pretty clear what it was though. In any case – Abee was supposed to be a friend. A real friend would have given me the benefit of the doubt and at least asked “what’s the deal with these rumors”. Instead – Abee took the word of these gossiping juvenile delinquent pissants over mine and the friendship ended there.
Some time after that a rather short mutual friend of ours stated that Abee saw my car once and remarked how she hated me ( and some other stuff too). Hating me pissed me off because I’d done nothing to her and Abee knows it. I never spoke a bad word about her, I never gossipped, and every time someone talked shit about her I defended her. The fact Abee hated me after I was what I thought was a decent friend spurred a blog.
In any case – I saw Abee today and in an attempt to be civil and mature, figuring mature adults could get over shit in the past… I said “Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Abee said “Nope, not after what I read online”. I was puzzled as I couldn’t remember so I looked when I got home and reread the blog post.
Maturity is more than being married and raising a family – maturity is supposed to be about forgiveness… about hospitality… about kindness… about righteousness. None of these traits were displayed today when Abee was beefing over something three years old that wasn’t even fucking started by me. Marriage, kids, responsibility sadly doesn’t change some people’s tendency to act like just another Kenora resident.