A Twist in the Story...

At work today....yes, I went to work today...dammit....walking around like an idiot with a handkerchief in my hand all day not knowing when I'd sneeze next..which, incidentally, reminds me to impart this little tidbit of information...sneezes come in groups...often LARGE groups....like little gangs of dwarf nazis...that circle you when you are least expecting it...and then suddenly rush in and kick the snot out of you....

ANYWAY, back to the story...sorry about that "dwarf nazi" thing...lord knows what kind of kinky deviant will find my site by googling THOSE terms...

Yeah..to the story...one of my friends at work was telling me a story today while I was working on their PC....I was listening intently...hell, it was a good story...She started it off like this "I used to know this great man...."....which, always lets you know it is going to be a pretty good story...but, it continued...it was all about how this great guy who had ambitions of being a Hollywood makeup artist....so, he made her and her sister these groovy latex monster costumes one year....then, she says...."When me and my sister started getting older, he sorta moved on...I think he even went and tried out his makeup stuff in Hollywood, but it didn't work out".....hmm, even more interesting...she tells me of how, after many years, she found him again....they had a few weeks to catch up...and, yes, he remembered creating the creepy masks for her and her sisters....Hell, I was getting into this story....when the next words out of her mouth were...

"Then, last summer, he killed himself...hung himself from a tree in the woods behind his house...they didn't find him for three days"...

DAMN!...I was totally floored....NEVER would I have seen that outcome arrive from the story she'd been telling.....Have you ever been happily going along with a story, enjoying the imagery of the storyteller....and then suddenly slam-dunked by an ending like THAT?...

I didn't know what to say...I didn't know whether I should say that "I was Sorry for her loss of a friend"....or "DAMN! WHY'D HE DO IT??"....or "Isn't that nice" and keep working on her PC like I hadn't been paying attention to her story...

In reality, I would NEVER have used the last option listed above...what I did do was this...I stopped working on her PC...hell, her e-mail ain't THAT important...and I started asking questions....I don't know why I did that....I didn't know the guy...never even heard of him....but, I couldn't help thinking that there WAS a REASON she told such a story such as that to me....I think, in a way, it traumatized her....here was someone from her childhood...who was happy, and intelligent...someone who she wanted to find again...and a few weeks after finding them, making contact, and sharing all of their experiences since being separated....her friend hung himself in the back yard...

I guess we all have friends that we loved and have somehow lost touch with...I often find myself thinking about some of my of friends from school and the Corps...

But, I can't help thinking about how much that man's life had touched that woman in her youth....and how joyfully she told the part about finding him again, and telling him how much she and her sister had loved their little scary latex costumes...hell, that was IMPORTANT to her...that was a PART of her childhood that she held dear...and then, the story ended...and there was sadness....

I guess, none of us really know the roles we play in other people's lives...we take it all for granted that OUR problems are greater than the problems of everyone else...I don't know the man or his problems...but, personally, I wish he hadn't done it..

by Eric on December 09, 2003 | Comments(4) | SWG Stories

Comments so far:

I think a friend of mine is reaching out, to me apparently, at a rather difficult time in her life. She just had a hysterectomy right before Thanksgiving and is still recovering.

I get the impression, after a 2-hour phone conversation today, that there is something gnawing at her that is pretty significant and is causing her to be physically ill.

She hinted at it today, but I have to press further to see what it is that is wrong in her life. I don't think its all about her health based on what she told me. There is something else there.

Anyway. Yes I know what this kind of story is like - I am living it right now with someone I knew 10 years ago, lost touch with after we married different people and did the family thing and now are at least talking again. Everyone's life isn't Leave it to Beaver, more so than we may realize.

posted by: Neo on December 9, 2003 06:29 PM

My fucking problems ARE more important than everyone else's problems. Don't you ever forget that.

posted by: The Bartender on December 10, 2003 05:36 AM

I was, of course, excluding Bartenders...when THEY have problems, EVERYONE has a problem...

posted by: Eric on December 10, 2003 06:44 AM

I used to work as a courier for a local chain of banks. There was this hispanic guy who seemed friendly enough, too friendly. There was always something overeager about his approaches to me. He "cultivated" people into his life, everyone he could, and I was one he couldnt collect, so he worked at it harder. Instinctively he gave me the creeps; I couldnt put my finger on it, but he felt like a leech who wanted my attention, like he got everyone elses. I told some to "watch out, he is going to do something some day and we all will hear about it." I thought it would be something like killing prostitutes. One day I arrive at work and the cops are there. He hung himself in a storage closet at the bank, and they found him dangling there in the morning. He didnt even kick the chair out from under his feet, just lifted his legs and died. Apparently he was desperately lonely, and his wife was leaving him to go back to Mexico. All those people who had become his friends were left weeping and sad, and I am glad I never did get to know him; I am one less person feeling fucked by the fact that I couldnt have saved him. He screwed his children over, too. They could have always grown up and come back to live with him, and he could have stuck around to be there for them. But he took the short view, and was clearly out of his mind.

Werbinox

posted by: werbinox on December 10, 2003 10:25 PM