A Friend I Will Miss
I got a really good friend, one of the guys I officiated a wedding for as Reverend Ken, and he suddenly announced he is moving away in three weeks. It's really sad, and I feel like I wasn't given enough notice. If you told me a few months, sure, but three weeks? Sorry, but my man-love heart needs a little time to process these things. I tried to be happy for him when he told a few of us the other night, but I couldn't. And then I made him sad by being sad. Eventually I just gave up trying to feign happiness and I posted this video on his Facebook wall.
I thought the clip would be good for a laugh, but I ended up crying. Guess it was good for a cry too. I know. A man crying over a Star Trek clip might be the nerdiest thing ever, but it happened and I'm better for it. I needed to get the crying out of my system, and Kirk and Spok helped me out to those ends. Those devilish, space traveling, pointy eared (one of them), bastards . . .
And Another I Avoid
This other friend of mine I have been playing volleyball with for years, and he makes everyone miserable by telling everyone what to do and how they messed something up. He has a thick accent and his command of the English language isn't too good either. He often times ends his description of how he thought you should have returned the last serve with "does that make sense?" And it never makes sense. The thing is, he is easily the worst player of all of us, yet he always tells people how to play, which makes it all the more difficult to stomach his lectures. I always have to do some affirmations on my way to the court like "Okay, he is going to be terrible. Just nod your head and be positive. Move on to the next point and don't yell at him." Sometimes it works, and on rare instances, usually when I'm hungover and emotional, I do end up yelling at him. And then I'm disappointed in myself because it doesn't do any good.
He isn't much better in social gatherings either. His jokes are often as misunderstood as his volleyball analysis, and he will try to make wise cracks about people that never quite work. This makes it sound like he is a jerk, but that isn't quite it. He is just a little off. It's no longer cultural, and he can't use that as an excuse anymore. He has been in the country a long time now. He is just kind of weird.
So some of the volleyball friends are meeting up to watch NCAA games, and I actually asked if this dude is going to be there. I felt really bad about asking that, but here is the thing: I really value my weekends, and if that dude will be there describing how the little people on the television should have executed that inbounds play and I have to keep taking pees I barely have to take and get beers I don't need just to get away, that will detract from the loveliness of my oh so important Saturday afternoon.
I just got the word that he will, in fact, be there. Just like on the way to the court, on the way to the bar I will do my affirmations: "I can do this. Be nice to him. He really isn't that bad . . ."
Anybody have friends like the first one? How about the second one? Any tips on how to handle the second one because I'm about out of ideas.