Over
the years, I thought I had best friends, but they all turned out to be people who would come and go. When I was in my adolescence years, I experience unscrupulous ‘best’
friends. One of the many people who I thought was my ‘best’ friend stole a
green and white wrap-around skirt set from me. When I found out that she was
the culprit, the shattered pieces of my heart inundated the floor. Okay, not
really, but I was sad because I believed that she was my friend.
Another occurrence with a faulty ‘best friend’
was in the early 80s. I had some money, so I decided to go to McDonald’s. On my
way, I stopped at my ‘best’ friend’s house to ask if she had money to join me
at the restaurant. She did not have any funds, but she had a friend who worked
there, so she would get a free meal. At any rate, we arrived at McDonald's and
my ‘best’ friend immediately rushed to her friend’s line to place her order, and
I followed. She ordered a hamburger, small fries, and a small Pepsi (mind you
she did not pay). After she completed her order, I ordered a Quarter Pounder
with cheese, large fry, and a large Pepsi then paid for my order. But something
awful happen, my ‘best’ friend took my order and I was left with hers. Before I
knew it, she bit down into MY juicy Quarter Pounder knowing it was mine. She
ate and enjoyed the meal that I paid for and I was left with the measly
hamburger. Her actions of selfishness made me realize that she was not my ‘best’
friend.
My
‘best’ friend experience as an adult was shoddier. One year
on my birthday, I decided to have a beach weekend. I made reservation to stay
at a fancy five start condominium three weeks before my birthday. A week before my birthday get-a-way, my ‘best’
friend called to tell me that she wanted to spent time with me on my birthday, so she was
coming down to the Carolinas to join me. I thought it was a fantastic idea to
spend time at one of my favorite places with the ‘bestie.’ Friday arrived and I
was ready to go. She called to inform me that she was traveling and she would
be arriving in North Carolina by that early evening. That early evening never
came. I waited and waited and waited. I called her cell phone nervous that
something tragic happen, but the call went straight to her voice mail. As a
result, I lost my reservation and missed out on a birthday trip that I had
planned. She finally called me that Monday morning with some lame excuse as to
why she did not make it. I found out months later that she arrived in North
Carolina and went to spend the weekend with another friend who lived 30 minutes
away from me. I was so distraught that I wanted to move in a cave in somewhere
in Madagascar. All right, I wasn’t that distressed; I ended the relationship.
My
‘best’ friend stories my sound asinine, but they are true encounters I had with
some of the people in my life.
Perhaps
I am not meant to have ‘best’ friends, but simply friends that come and go.
After all, some things are not meant for everyone. A true best friend is someone who is always in
a person’s life no matter what changes life produce. Best friends are always
intertwined with the changes in one’s life. I can honestly say, I never had a
best friend. Do you have a ‘best’ friend story? Care to share?
I do not believe in the "best friends". However, I do believe there is something called covenant relationships. These relationships are specifically in God's plan. They may consist of relationships with a grandparent, parents husband, wife, children, or mentors.
ReplyDeleteI too, have never had luck with a "best friend". I have always been a person to think of the other person and give 100% to a relationship. Unfortunately, it has not always been the case with the other individual.
I can remember back in 1992, when I first started college at NCCU in Durham, NC. I met this girl from NJ who seem to have to exact opposite of my life. She was very independent and worked for everything she had. She was also one that claimed to be a christian. I was not one at that time. We managed to keep close contact from 1992-2005. She was living in Florida and I was in North Carolina. Her and I would text like we lived next door. She went through up and downs in life like I did. Ironically, when I became a believer the relationship took a turn. Every time I called her, I could sense she was not interested in my conversation.
One day I decided to email her just to ask how she was doing. Out of nowhere, she just went off on me and said, she was going on with her life.
Sadly, I respected her feelings but felt wronged as to why I was not given an explanation to our ending friendship.
I enjoyed this story. Sounds like you have not found the right people, yet. Stay encouraged, and you will eventually find your best friend.
ReplyDeleteMy best friend died many years ago and I miss her so. Best friends are great to have.