Friday, April 30, 2010

She Ain't Soggy, She's My Friend...

I had an interesting thought today, while I was folding a mountain of clothes at work. It was more of a self actualization, I suppose. Honestly, do we ever really change? Sure, maybe we become more responsible, or less as the case may be, but are we essentially the same person we were when we were little? Maybe we are, but only just a bit more jaded...

I would call myself a supportive friend. I honestly love to hear about the successes and triumphs happening in the lives of people I care about. But, I'm also the friend that will show up and stand by them. Case in point: when I was in the first grade I was friends with a girl who lived around the corner, down the road, and past the curve in my neighborhood. Her name was Joanna and she was my honest to God first friend ever (she also writes a fabulous blog that I suggest everyone checkout, "Driving Miss Dallas"). Now, I remember a certain day in first grade when Ms. Stevens told us we couldn't use the rest room unless it was an emergency. First of all, that really should be explained in great detail to a group of 6 and 7 year olds... Long story short Joanna asked if she could go and she ran out of the portable building where we had class and into the main building. Five minutes later, Joanna storms back in in her mini denim skirt and proclaims, "I didn't make it," to the entire class. She was sent to the nurses office to call home for a change of clothes.

Now, I sat next to this girl named Jennie who I am convinced was out to get me. Jennie once gave me the chicken pox. She also took it upon herself to make fun of my first friend ever that day. Well, being the good supportive friend that I am, I looked at her right in the face and I peed my pants in solidarity right there in the middle of class. Sure, maybe it wasn't the best choice but it was the most visual point I could think to make. Besides, if soggy drawers were good enough for Joanna, then they were good enough for me.

The point is, even at 6 and 7 I was innately a loyal and faithful friend who wasn't afraid to make a fool of himself if it meant standing up for someone who was important to me. I like to think that I still have that quality about me today.

So, all in all, I say there is an innate part of us that just is one thing or another, and will always be a core part of all the things that make who we are. It's the je ne sais quoi of our innate individual self. And you should all count yourself lucky that my innate thing wasn't lighting things on fire.... just saying.

*On a side note, Ms. Stevens liked to throw chalk when she was frustrated. I'm pretty sure that on that day she gave up the chalk throwing and went straight to flipping desks. Is it odd that emergency ended up on our next spelling test?

Sorry it took me so long to update, but my life has settled down and I'm back. Thanks for being patient with me.