Short Story Essay, Research Paper
this is a short story
if you don’t understand what i’m telling you, the point that i’m making is
at the bottom. i know that many of you know me, some of you don’t, but you
all got an email from me before, or at least i think you have.
one thing that i’ve learned in life that’s been practically shoved
down my throat (in a loving way) for the last 5 years or so has been
the importance of friends. i even tell other people about it, and to
a certain extent, i’ve lived it.
unfortunately, there’s a small part of my large percentage of friends that i
have neglected, or mislead, or made a somewhat hefty mistake with. in all
honesty, i couldn’t have picked a worse person to do
this to. someone who’s been there for me hell or high water, crash or burn,
do or die, longer than anybody else that i know. longer than sarah, or
leesha, or courtney, or anyone. and after
a long friendship, i think that its once bright light is dimming.
i’ve let old problems interfere. old problems that aren’t even problems. i
guess i just felt too sorry for myself when they arose,
and it’s gotten to a point where i forgot about who really cares for me.
i know that most of you probably don’t care, but i’m giving you all
a lesson already learned. you may already have learned it, but to some of
us, it’s something that we haven’t. this is free advice, and i wish i could
have seen somebody else swallow this pill.
self pity, stupitity, brain farts are all little things that don’t
usually mean anything meaningful in a strong friendship. more than likely,
no problems will come from them. but like the song goes, “the little things
that kill.” we’ll get blindsided by something out of the blue, and then
when it’s all cleaned up, we’re that much smarter than before. we learn from
sorry kids, but this is a mack truck i’d rather not let anybody else get hit
with. not even the people i don’t like. to the person i wrote this for,
this email probably doesn’t mean much. but if it saves one friendship,
these last 20 minutes i’ve been typing out won’t have gone to waste.
i’m all over the place, i know. the point is, don’t be an idiot and
do things the way i have. remember the people that care. the little things
sting a lot, i know. we all know. it’s just that i got stung pretty hard
by the person who made me into Sam. in the twisted world of a *censored*ed-up
head, this email is something that i need to do. don’t take the people you
love for granted, for even the strongest relationships can be killed.
i saw it on an online survey (how ironic…) from niki.
“The most abnormal thing about loving someone is
that you know where to strike them so it hurts”~Unknown
sometimes we shoot guns at our loved ones without even knowing it.
sometimes we miss, but Murphy’s Law says we’ll hit eventually.
try not to.