2 years ago
Tears and Laughter…
Growing up the only girl, amongst three brothers, I learned to be tough. I don’t cry often or easily, but I did cry the first time someone broke my heart. I even wrote a tweet about it. I fell deeply and madly in love with Billy… in the first grade. We held hands at recess. And he said he loved me, and we’d get married when we were a man and women in 5th grade.Then Cathy, oh Cathy… the girl who’d slide potato chips onto her fork, so her fingers wouldn’t get messy. (ha! She missed out on the best part of licking the salt, grease and probably schoolyard dirt off your fingers.) Well Cathy wore a beautiful, frilly dress to school on Valentine’s. God, all of us girls hated her and wanted that dress.
Billy gave her his Valentine that day. It was just one week after he said he loved me, and I gave him my heart. I punched him in the coat closet and put one of the mealy worms in her hair. As young as I was, I even flirted with his friends and pretended like it didn’t matter. When I went home that day, I hugged my dog and cried and cried. That was the very first time I realized, you really do feel pain when your heart breaks.
Yesterday I was the one who broke my own heart, and you know what? Almost forty years later, it still hurts just as much as the first time. Who knew you could fit a lifetime of friendships into only 4-1/2 months, but that’s only how long I was on twitter. Starting Monday, I’m going to write about my friends. Not anything about what we talked about, because I’ll never be one to convey confidences. I just want to share what made them special to me.
I do want to give two quick ‘shout outs’ after reading their tumblr posts:
Cravenheart- “you are such a pussy!” I’m not being crude in saying that, it’s joke between he and I. You and I were the twitter bookends. You evil and hedonistic in your manner, me pure and giving… ha! You made me laugh, and I made you cry. Now it seems you turned the tables on me. Thank you for that wonderful post! I love you only as a true litter mate can.
BakeMyFish: I’m sorry, but I’ll always think of you as BakeMyFish. I’m not going to write about our friendship now- that comes next week. Your lovely post made me cry too. But how can you think I’m going to leave our friendship behind? And how could I ever think that of you, just because I left twitter. The two of us have remained Skin’s fans most of our life. Yes, that means we are certifiably insane, but that also means our souls know loyalty beyond reason. I love you, you are one of my best friends… always and forever.
