Thursday, December 29, 2005

My Life as the Spectator in a Romantic Drama--part one

I wish I could say that this story happened “once upon a time”, and in a way, I suppose it did. It happens all the time, to all sorts of people; it is going on at this very moment. It might have happened to you at some point… maybe it will. Most people in their lives have some experience with the infamous character of romantic love. I am probably the last person to ask advice on this topic because I have had so little experience personally. But I have counseled enough others to hopefully make my little perspective amusing.

I am going to tell you the story of “Sarah” and “Daniel”. I have, of course, changed their names to protect “Sarah” from the embarrassment of having her name in print, should this ever aspire to be there, and to keep “Daniel “ from getting a big head about it, as guys are like to do about things. Sarah, I had grown up with, to some extent. She was a year ahead of me in high school. She was romantically attached to “Jack” who made beautiful sculptures out of metal coat hangers. Everyone assumed that they were going to get married and everyone was surprised when post-graduation called off the connection. The “Everyone”, of course, always assume that they know everything, and in a town as small as ours, they usually almost do. But in this instance Rumor was foiled with the couple and had to find some other foul treat to feed herself. Sarah fortunately got over him and moved on to “Bill” who wasn’t in the picture long; he merely flattered her. (Advice to all females: never date a guy merely because you like attention. It is very easy for us to do that because we all like attention, a lot, especially male attention, a lot. But relationships take a little more than just attention, actually a lot.) Anyway, Sarah also got over him. Then she was single for a while, which I think had to be a novelty for her because she hadn’t spent much time as a single person since elementary school, or something like that. Then she had no social life. What? A person who has no boyfriend has no social life? Actually, no. At that point, I had never had a boyfriend, and I had a great social life… she just didn’t know how to go about it. So her mother signed her up for this camp during Spring Break, which was through a campus Christian group. We were all going to head down there and work on cleaning up this camp for all the teen groups that would be coming in that summer. Sarah was a little nervous because I was the only one she knew, but by God’s grace, everything worked out for her to come. She got let off work early and was able to take her car and she made it safe and sound.

--To be continued...

5 comments:

mreddie said...

Ah ha - a series - you've got me hooked now! ec

quell said...

interesting... :)
thanks for the comment on my lyric...i don't know why so many people feel that way. So many breakups?

thebeloved said...

mreddie--I hope so! haha
quell--actually I have talked to so many people this past semester at school who experienced break ups... it was often uncanny.

Bonita said...

I'm glad you stopped by 'Flitzy', and I hope all ends well here in your story...in every ending there is a new beginning, and also a new measure of hope. Have a great New Year.

thebeloved said...

Happy New Year to you too! But don't get your hopes up too high with this story... I just tell it like it happened in real life.