Well, to be completely honest, I had no intention of writing today. You know when you wake up, or you start to feel this sudden inspiration, or fire through your body that works its way up to your hands through your fingertips to the pen and paper or in my case, clicky sounding letters on the keyboard, that magically bring all your thoughts into fruition? Do you know that feeling? I know I do, and today I just didn’t have it! But here I am having something kind of similar but also different…a movie writing moment!
Movie writing moment as defined by my personal dictionary that I just invented now: A moment of inspired writing where you watch the actor/actress in a movie aggressively tap away the keys on the keyboard as you see words light up the screen! while overhead you hear their voice, saying each word as they type it, telling the story to you, the audience as they put it on paper!
I hope you know what I’m talking about or else I feel like a fool.
But nonetheless, even if you don’t, google it! It’s a classic movie moment! Especially in Tom Hanks movies: possibly Sleepless in Seattle?
Can you tell I’m a little inspired/all over the place/blahhhhh! sort of feeling right now? Yep, yeah that’s me.
Just a few minutes ago, maybe like 10 minutes, 600 seconds!, I started entering what is known today as “sad boi hour.”
What is sad boi hour? Well, I’ve never actually looked up the definition, but from personal experience and memes, I believe that sad boi hour is defined as a time in which one is suddenly flooded with emotions. It can last seconds, minutes, or in some cases a whole, singular hour, which you could probably guess from sad boi emphasis on the “hour.”
What brought this on you ask? I have no idea. I just completed a workout, a booty burn as the app called it, which lived up to it’s name, and proceeded to shower and suddenly I felt it…first i felt sad…then i felt boi…then came the hour…and there it was…upon me like the water from the shower head itself….sad boi hour had arrived.
I don’t know what it is about showers, but sometimes they just get you thinking. You scrub and shampoo and condition but what keeps your mind at ease while you cleanse yourself? Nothing but your thoughts! I mean, you can only focus on scrubbing and sponging for so long before your mind drifts off.
In my case, where did it go? Friendship. A classic tale as old as time.
Sometimes friendship seems like the easiest thing in the world. You see that kid across the room that burps his ABCs and you as a fellow ABC burpee approach him to become ABC burp buddies. Something as simple as that is the root to a blooming flower of friendship.
But eventually, it isn’t as simple anymore.
And that’s what came to my mind; the simple friendships, that became the best kind of friendships, that you thought would be the forever kind of friendships, that suddenly are cut short. Maybe it was something you did, or something you thought the other person did, or something the other person actually did, or maybe neither of you did anything, or maybe you both did too much! Who knows. But when it ends, it’s heartbreaking. That was your simple, best, forever friend, it wasn’t supposed to end.
But in the midst of my sad boi hour, I thought of this quote I saw a while back that I looked to for comfort in a situation of this kind. I have been trying to find it for the last hour and have had no luck but I know it was along the lines of this. It said,
“There is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some people come into your life to test you, some to teach you, some to use you, and some to bring out the very best in you.”
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When it feels like a friendship is lost, it kind of feels like a piece of you is gone too. And no matter how much you try to resolve things, or talk things through, there’s still that void, this deep feeling inside because you know that things will never quite be like they were. You recognize the pull, the distance, the strain behind the pleasentries, as you both are reminded of the friendship you once had. And I think that the hardest part of all, the part that I started thinking about in my “sad boi hour,” is when you start to feel resentful…and angry….because it doesn’t make sense!
I think that’s the toughest part. Because it doesn’t feel good to feel that way about someone who was supposed to be your simple, best, forever friend.
But what I love about that quote, is the light it provides.
Things need to end for new things to begin. And I look back, and I recognize a wonderful friendship. A friendship that was pure in every form. It was the kind of friendship that I don’t think I could ever fully regret or resent, even in my darkest moments, because it was the kind of friendship that helped me through those dark moments.
I look back, and I reread that quote above…and I think to myself that I could never truly wish away a friendship that I think brought out the best in each of us.
“There is a purpose for everyone that you meet.”
And when things change it can be a hard pill to swallow. It was for me, and sometimes it still is. I get sad. But that friendship was everything I could have asked for and more at the time.
So in closing, here’s to the purpose behind everyone that we meet. May all things that come to an end, help us grow…and prepare us for all the new beginnings that lie ahead.
Pb & Gel 