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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Oh China, Oh Gina.
It's been nearly six months since my best friend moved away to China. She left only a matter of weeks after graduating from UA to take up a job as an English teacher in a small town near Beijing. She loves it there, and I'm so happy for her that she escaped dream crushin' Tucson.
People who don't know me very well find it hard believe that I have the ability to cry, much less that I cry on the regular.
But I do, and I cried when she left. I sobbed, like a 10 year old girl.
There aren't many people that I hold dear. Truth be told, I really don't like most people. At all.
I have an overall hatred for humanity that runs deeper than even my hatred of flip flops, public displays of affection, bedazzled t-shirts, slow bus drivers, or the Insane Clown Posse.
Gina's departure hearkened the inevitable.
One by one, my closest friends graduate, get married, raise children, move away, and move on. It gets lonely when you're still doing the same things (namely school), only having no one to share with or vent to.
(This is not entirely true, as my wonderful boyfriend still goes to college, we even have the same major and he is a great comfort to me among other things. The point still stands however and your significant other can't replace your friends.)
Gina, Morgan, and I were the tripod from hell together. We drank excessively, and at that time in our lives there was really no reason not to. We'd beat the shit out of each other, piss in alleys, and were just plain rowdy and very unsavory. But it was insanely fun and we had many a ridiculous, hilarious adventure. Many of which I cannot post on the internet due to its graphic nature, sorry guys.
Gina helped me wade through the muck of some of the worst times in my life. She always kept me in check if I was generally fucking up and had excellent advice to give for any problem.
When I was smart, I took her advice.
With her gone, her voice of reason is no longer there to guide me and be the support I thought I needed. There's only me now.
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Correction: The words "offensive" and "incriminating" should accompany the word "graphic" in the third from the last paragraph.
Losing friends is hard. Losing best friends is harder. But as someone who went to five different schools in between Kindergarten and senior year of high school, I can say that you’ll only be stronger because of it.
I was pretty damn nerdy when I was in middle school and stuck to a small core of friends, but when I was forced to move after seventh grade, I was essentially ripped out of my life and tossed into a new one. No friends, nothing. But I credit this with most of my social development. If I hadn’t been taken out of my comfort zone so many times during my upbringing, I would be that one guy who hangs out with three best friends and whose sense of humor only involves inside jokes with them. I’m not insinuating that I’m like a social butterfly or anything, but you get my idea. We learn and grow from things like this.
Keep in touch with Gina and do everything you can to the friendship alive in spite of all the distance, but learn what you can from the hardship. Go out and meet new people. You’ll be a much more independent person as a result of all of it. In fact, your last line shows that it’s already happening.
And I agree 100% with your hatred of the Insane Clown Posse. Excited about Big Money Rustlas? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pypMXSpZDQ
I second Kevin's remark regarding ICP.
Also,I often think about that loneliness at the loss of a friend from the reverse perspective. I may be going to China as early as this summer, so the idea of leaving my friends, my family to me is depressing to an extent. I can only say that even if your friend Gina may be too busy to talk to you as much as you'd like, I'm sure she misses you the same way. I'm constantly trying to immerse myself in the language, the culture, but at the end of the day, the idea of leaving all of this behind me stings like a bullet. As for now, I'd recommend just enjoying the wonders of skype, email, QQ or Xiaonei (Chinese social networking sites), or even if you really want to go balls out, a handwritten letter could be fun too.
Gee, emilio, skype? Never thought of that one. I didn't make any mention about how often gina and I talk (or how we talk), there u go again. What did we say about being presumptuous?
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