Mourning Friendships Past

In my life I've experienced a lot of things that hurt deep down inside:  Being rejected by someone I was in love with.  Realizing that those I care for have been beaten down and defeated by time and misfortune.  Losing things I held dear and realizing that my hopes and dreams were being forced onto a new and harder path.

However few things hurt worse than losing a friend.  Friends come in all shapes and sizes, from close friends to brief friendships to intimate partnerships you think will last forever.  But they don't last forever.  Friendships seldom do; and losing one of them always makes me feel like I failed in some way.

I've lost friendships for a lot of reasons.  Most due to a simple growing gap in time or distance.  Occasionally I lose one due to choices I made, for good or ill.  Those are the hardest, because I know things actually could have gone differently.  I try not to have regrets and I realize that the choices I made were what I thought was best at the time, and in most cases I was right in thinking so; but nevertheless that friend is gone because of something I did or didn't say or did or didn't do.  I could have saved the friendship by making some sacrifice or choosing differently, but I did not.

This is a part of life and I know it.  Friendships come and go like anything else.  But as someone who yearns for connections with others, I can't help but feel like these are missed opportunities.  If I had just tried a little bit harder....  If I had just found the right words to say....  If I had found some magical way to bring an end to the conflict....

I didn't.  Because I didn't, I have lost those I once valued; who I once trusted and who once trusted me.

So today I mourn friendships past.  I mourn the good times we had; the laughter and the hope and the sharing of what made each of us unique, and worth each other's time.  I mourn the way we stood together in bad times and relied on each other when the chips were down.  I mourn a future where we still stand together, where we still share those hopes and that laughter; a future that will now never come to pass.

Those times are gone, and for various reasons those people are gone from me.  That part of my life will never return.  As the title of the blog says, I have to move forward.  Regardless of where we stand now, even if it be on opposing sides of a disagreement our actions brought into being, regardless of that I thank them for what they gave me, and I wish them the best down the road.  It's a road I once wished we could share, but in the end...I suppose we all walk our own road, don't we?

The Daily Show vs Fox News. The slippery slope of choosing one over the other

I made an alarming observation today.  It's something that's been mulling around in the back of my mind since Obama's campaign really ramped up in '08.  We've been seeing an "us versus them" division between Americans for most of our history, but over the past few years it has really come to a head.  Republicans are penny pinching, war-mongering, racist religious zealots OR Democrats are weak-wristed, financially irresponsible, indecisive heathens.  To be an American who is at all involved in political discourse, you are really expected to choose one of the above statements and violently defend it, labeling anyone on the other side as ignorant, selfish and, frankly, downright evil.

Nowhere do I see this division more plainly than in the public rivalry of Fox News vs The Daily Show.  Now there's a big difference between the two.  The Daily Show is meant to be a comedic and sarcastic look at the world around us.  However many young "liberal" Americans takes their news from The Daily Show and enjoy seeing people like Glen Beck and Sean Hannity torn a new one by John Stewart's attentive wit while simultaneously learning about the issues of the day.

One thing Fox News is unapologetically guilty of is providing a soapbox for angry Republicans to voice their opposition to Obama and the Democrats, not to mention the "naive" young Americans who support Obama.  They are a news network without objectivity.  They have an opinion and their viewers like it that way.  They have a position; and though they labeled themselves fair and balanced, they really make very little attempt at backing those labels up, unless you consider Glenn Beck taking thirty minutes to angrily talk about how much he hates the show Glee "fair" and "balanced".

Both sides wear their opinions with pride.  Each believes that the other is fundamentally wrong, and that the American people are wise enough to know that their side is the correct one.  How can I compare a news network to a comedy show?  Because Fox News simply has no direct opposite.  Regardless of what some people mystifyingly read into CNN or MSNBC, there is no dedicated "Democrat" news network.  Mostly because Democratic talking heads (Al Franken, James Carville, etc) are simply not as ratings worthy (dare I say charismatic?) and outspoken as their Republican counterparts.  There's not a public demand for a 24 hour Democrat channel.  You know why?

Because the liberal political base in America is largely young.  The liberal American base doesn't park themselves in front of CNN, talk radio, or any other news outlet to hear their opinions validated.  No, they turn on Comedy Central, or, more realistically these days, they views clips online of...here we are now...The Daily Show.  If John Stewart and Steven Colbert had a news network, it might be a different story, but being comedians, they do not.

Now I am an adamant centrist.  I'm a fiscal conservative and social liberal.  And since I'm honest with myself, that often puts me at odds with both sides in any given debate; simply because the two are not allowed to meet in the middle under our current political climate.  Agreeing with a Democrat alienates a Republican's "Joe everyman" fan-base.  Agreeing with a Republican alienates a Democrat's "young, hip, evironmentally conscious" fan-base.  Therefore, never the twain shall meet and never shall we get any damn thing done in Congress until one of the two sides completely takes over the other.

Centrist though I am, I'm also young.  I am environmentally aware and socially accepting and unconcerned with the apparent limitations of religion.  Oh, and I also spend a lot of time online.  That puts me right in the target market for The Daily Show.  So yes, I do watch The Daily Show more than Fox News.  I also listen to conservative radio, but that's besides the point.

The point is, Daily Show viewers, in my observations, seem to feel that they are above and beyond that division in American politics.  It's a comedy show, right?  And yet these viewers feel certain ways and have certain opinions just as strongly as the average Fox News viewer.  We laugh along at John Stewart and Steven Colbert on the Colbert Report, but what's more than that, while we're laughing, we're also saying, "that's funny because that's exactly how I feel!".

That's exactly how I feel.  It's the same sentiment as a Fox News viewer, a notion the average Daily Show viewer would find abhorrent.  You can't compare a young, socially informed, educated person to an ignorant, religiously blinded, socially intolerant person, can you?

The truth is, with either show, we often don't even think about the issues at hand until either John Stewart or Bill O'Reily bring them up.  At which point we say to ourselves, "Wow.  He's convincing and he has similar views as me.  Therefore I feel that way too!", completely ignoring the fact that the most worry we had on our plate before listening to this person was whether or not to order pizza or chinese that night.  We believe people that tell us things when they tell them to us in a convincing, entertaining manner.  And both sides are guilty of it.

The worst thing a person can do is allow social issues and politics to be spoon-fed to them, whether Republican or Democrat.  Your opinions of those issues should be formed from your experience of the world around you.  By simply choosing to define your views based on the loudest voice in the room (whether it be Bill O'Reily or your minister at church) or the prettiest face on the television (whether it be John Stewart or Johnny Depp), you're doing yourself a great disservice.  You want to worry about more than what to have for dinner at night, don't you?  You want to change the world.  Deep down in your core, whether you admit it to yourself or not, everybody does.

Moral of this particular story is, always be aware of what you're feeling and why you're feeling it.  When you agree with something on The Daily Show, don't just laugh, say he's right, and go back to playing World of Warcraft.  Think about why you formed that opinion.  Think about what it means to you and what you mean to do about it.  To the conservatives, do the same when you watch Bill O'Reily or Sean Hannity.  Think about what the man has just said.  Think about whether or not your life experience conforms to his opinion.  Think about whether or not you want the world to be painted in the same colors O'Reily or Hannity does.

Never, ever believe that you have to choose one over the other, regardless of your opinions.  A wise individual listens equally to all sides of an argument before deciding on which side he or she lies.  Be a wise individual.  Don't be a drone of the right or a sheep of the left.  Be yourself.  Believe what you believe.  And most importantly of all, know why you believe it.

Quit Playing Games With My Heart

*From my blog over at OkCupid, a dating site I've only rarely used for actual dating*

There's a phrase I keep coming across over and over again on this site, and really on every dating site I've explored over the past decade. That phrase is, "I don't want a man who plays games" or some variation thereof. Other versions include, "I don't play games, so keep on walking if you do," or, "Guys that only play games are a huge turnoff!"

First of all, I'm picturing a man playing Monopoly while a single tear streams down his cheek after he reads your profile. He probably looks like that creepy guy from The Lord of the Rings, but still...you just broke his heart.

What I'm wondering is, do you feel that you're actually eliminating a subset of the male population by adding this disclaimer? Are there men who see this and say, "Man, I play games. Better not contact this chick"?

Any bad guy will always believe he's a good guy. Any douchebag will believe he's a knight in shining armor. What purpose does it serve to warn away people who will never believe they are the ones being warned away? Said douchebag will only say to himself, "Oh this chick has been burned by some sleazy dudes before, huh? Other guys are such assholes. Now let's see if she'll meet me for a booty call in my dorm room next Friday."

Now I do see how this can be a way to exclude yourself from girls who are into random hookups. Maybe that's what you mean by "playing games". Fair enough I guess. But if you're really just trying to say that you want a serious relationship and nothing less than that, why not just say so?

So please, those of you that have used the phrase or are currently warning away players of games, tell me why you think it's an important thing to point out. I'd love some insight. Maybe you just suck at Monopoly.

Oh, and while I'm at it, stop making duck faces. There's a reason it's not called "attractive woman face".

Short Story: Heat Vision

Heat Vision

A story by Rob White

Jackie’s been my crush since first grade. She lived across the street from me and we played in the creek almost every day. She was a tom boy once, which is kind of contrary to the prima donna, aspiring pop musician object of every boy’s desires and every girl’s jealousy she eventually became.

That makes it hurt that much more when she blasts me with her laser eyes above the school parking lot. I feel the heat singe my impenetrable skin as I fall a good fifty feet to the ground, smacking into Johnny Brooks’ nice new truck. I heard his dad gave it to him. He’s going to be pissed.

Bullets can’t hurt me. Steel can’t cut me. But heat still hurts. I’m still trying to figure out what all of my weaknesses are, but as I look up out of the crater that was Jonny’s truck, I know for sure what one of them is.

God she’s beautiful.

“Zack, get your skinny ass out of there and fight me you loser!” Jackie yells at me, still hovering fifty feet in the air, where we were slugging it out a moment before.

Jackie got super powers about a week after I did. It started with flying and picking up heavy things, like me. Then she discovered the heat vision. I don’t have that one.

I stand up, feeling my fists get hot. It isn’t from Jackie’s heat vision though. No…this is one of mine.

Jackie screams as two blazing fireballs erupt from my hands one after the other, rocketing towards her. She zips to her right a moment before the two of them explode. I see her dark brown hair and her pink skirt ripple in the heat wave.

“You asshole! I just got my hair done!”

I’m kind of relieved I didn’t hit her. She’s too pretty to blow up, and I’m kind of still madly in love with her. Even if she is a super villain.

I feel myself hurtling through the air towards her, taking advantage of her distraction to hopefully catch her off-guard and put a quick end to the fight.

It is sort of hard to quickly end a fight between two near-invulnerable super beings though, teenagers or not. Jackie sees me and hits me head on with a right cross to the jaw. If I had been a normal kid like I was two weeks ago, my teeth would be raining on the pavement below, but I suppose I wouldn’t be up here if I were a normal kid, would I?

“Jackie, stop it! You know you can’t win this!” I yell at her, shaking off her attack. I grab hold of her arms and we wrestle there, in mid-air above a high school that isn’t really a high school anymore.

“As if!” Jackie scoffs, “You couldn’t beat me at Mario Brothers when we were kids. You couldn’t beat me at go karts. And you can’t beat me now!”

I feel her knee digging into my stomach. I could take a wrecking ball to the ribs and not feel too much pain, but Jackie herself was now worse than a wrecking ball. I’m discovering quickly that there’s nothing worse than a teenage girl with super-strength.

“Ow!” I scream, letting go of her right arm. She grabs my hair and yanks it to the right. Now that still hurts, not matter how strong I am.

“God, Jackie, what are you, twelve? Let go of my hair!” I yell.

“You let go of my arm!” she replies.

Neither one of us realize we’re drifting into a parking light until it’s too late. I hear it crumple beneath our struggle, crashing to the ground below and probably taking out three or four more cars.

I’m only fourteen. A freshman. I can’t drive yet. Jackie’s sixteen and drives her dad’s convertible. Her parents always gave her everything she wanted. Probably part of the reason she turned out to be a super villain.

Hitting the lamp is enough to distract us both long enough to let one another go. We hover there, staring at each other for a long while, waiting to see who moves next. More heat vision? Fireballs? Jackie’s lighting kick? My super speed?

Instead, what comes next is a surprise to both of us.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” I hear myself ask her.

Jackie’s face scrunches up in confusion. She makes a voice in the back of her throat like she’s both annoyed and taken aback.

“What the hell? It’s not like you talk to me either,” she retorts.

“Come on. You haven’t sat with me at the lunch table since sixth grade. You don’t even look at me in the hall anymore. If this hadn’t happened, you still wouldn’t even be acknowledging me,” I say. You know what? Yeah, maybe it is time for some of this stuff to come out, I think to myself. Before one of us gets thrown into the sun or smashed into the Earth’s crust or blown to smithereens.

“Oh shut up. If you weren’t such a nerd-ass, maybe the popular kids would talk to you,” she says.

“I’m not talking about the popular kids, Jackie. I’m talking about you,” I say, feeling that old familiar pain in my gut. The pain of being left behind.

I see what looks like anger and confusion cross her face. Then she’s rocketing towards me again, fists extended.

She hits me full-on, but as I take the blow I wrap my arms around her and fly us both to the ground. Her struggle makes us pull up just enough to skid off the pavement. My pants leg rips half-way off. I think she loses one of her shoes. And then she pushes me away from her and we’re standing there, facing each other again.

“Jackie, I didn’t become a nerd-ass. I’m the same kid I always was,” I say. Her heat vision flares and I dodge to the left just in time, hearing it sear into the metal door to D Hall.

“Bull crap,” she yells, her eyes still red from the blast, “None of the kids sit with you because you turned into a geeky kid that plays video games and reads Lord of the Rings instead of going to keg parties and wearing clothes that don’t look like your mom bought them at K-Mart!”

“You used to read Lord of the Rings too!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I’m angry now. I throw another fireball at her so fast she doesn’t have time to react. It explodes in front of her, taking out part of the sidewalk. She falls backwards. I can smell her clothes burning.

“Jackie!” I yell in alarm, suddenly afraid I’ve blown her up. I run over to her. I rip off the cape I made out of a bed-sheet and toss it over her to put out the flames. I then get to my knees and put my arms around her, not knowing how that would help, but wanting to do it anyway.

“I’m immune to fire, you idiot,” I hear her say before she shoves me off.

I take a step back. Her hair’s a bit singed, but she looks none the worse for wear. She keeps my cape wrapped around her. Looks like her clothes weren’t so invulnerable. I feel myself blush. Among other things.

She doesn’t attack again. She just looks at me like she’s trying to make up her mind about something.

“You really think it’s my fault we don’t talk anymore?” she said, the fight gone from her voice.

I lower my guard.

“Yeah. I do. You say that I changed. That I became a dork. But I was always a dork, Jackie. You were too once. We watched cartoons together and ran around in the woods pretending to be elves. Your dad took us to see Labyrinth three times because I wanted to be The Goblin King and you wanted to be Sarah. We did everything together. You changed,” I say, feeling the accusation rise back to the surface. Years of anger and betrayal welling up. No super strength could express how I felt. No fireballs or heat vision. Only words.

“When you went to middle school before I did, you started talking to the big kids, the seventh graders. They all liked football and Brittany Spears and drinking. It was like I was bugging you when I talked about magic and adventures. The things we used to love. And eventually…you just stopped talking to me altogether.”

Jackie looks stricken. Her eyes are back to their normal blue now. The blue eyes I remember staring at the sky with and talking about which clouds looked like dinosaurs.

“Zack,” she says softly, “We all grew up. The people in middle school…they didn’t like those things. They showed me different music and different clothes and…they let me be cool, like them.”

“And I wasn’t cool,” I observe aloud.

“No,” she says, shaking her head, “No you were still…the same old Zack.”

So I was right. I was right all along. She didn’t want me anymore because she had changed…grown up…and I hadn’t.

I feel myself start to cry. I put my head down and clench my fists. Superheroes don’t cry. They fight evil. They stop alien invasions. They save the world. They don’t cry.

“Zack….” I hear her say. Her voice is almost apologetic.

“Don’t…” I say, raising a hand and stopping her, “Don’t. You can shoot at me and beat me up. You can throw me into a bus or a train or whatever. But you can’t pity me. I won’t let you.”

She just looks at me.

You know what? Screw it.

“I loved you, Jackie. Yeah it was little kid love, but it was real. We were going to grow up and sail to some island and be king and queen together and I was going to protect you forever. That’s what I wanted. That’s all I wanted. And when you left me, it was like….”

Crap, there are the tears again.

“It was like losing a part of myself,” I said, refusing to look at her. Staring at the broken sidewalk beneath me.

“Yeah I’m a dork. Yeah, nobody likes me. But you know what? I like me. I like who I am and I’m not going to change for a group of jocks and bimbos who at the end of the day don’t give a damn about me at all. You didn’t have to change to be cool, Jackie. You were always cool to me. You were perfect.”

When I feel her hand on my chin, I expect another punch across the school yard. I expect to be hurled into the trailers or cooked by her heat vision. Instead, she lifts my chin up with her fingers…and kisses me.

She wraps my cape around the both of us and holds me there in the shattered entryway of Jackson County High School. I hold her back, but I’m only half aware of it. All I want to feel right now are her lips on mine, something I haven’t felt since I stole a kiss from her behind my grandma’s shed when she was twelve.

When it’s over, she lays her forehead on mine. She has to lean down a bit to do it because she is two years older and still a bit taller than me.

“You better not cop a feel, dorkwad,” she says.

I laugh and look up at her. Her blue eyes are staring into mine. She could melt my brain right out of my head at that range and I wouldn’t care.

“So I’m still a dork, huh?” I say.

She smiles, “Yeah well…maybe you can be my dork.”

I grin so wide I feel like my head might fall into two pieces. I hold her for a few more moments, then realize that I still have a purpose here. Teenager in love or not…I’m still a superhero.

“Are you still going to try to stop me?” I ask, my grin fading.

She looks behind us at the school, the metal door half-way melted. She thinks for a moment, and then sighs.

“No. My friends are in there too. Principal Jenkins is powerful though, Zack. He’s powerful enough to imprison a school full of super-kids. I’m done working for him. I’m not going to be a pawn for some balding, middle-aged freak with super powers.”

“Come with me,” I say. “Let’s stop him together.”

She shakes her head. “No,” now it’s her who looks at the ground, “You’re the super hero. I’m just the school bitch,”

Now it’s my turn to life her chin up. I kiss her forcefully, holding her tight. I feel her go a little weak at the knees. Now, I think to myself, this is what it’s really like to feel powerful.

“You’re not a bitch,” I say after I stop kissing her, “You’re my best friend.”

Now I see her eyes tear up a bit. I back away, prepared to do what I came here to do.

“When I get out of there, you, me and the rest of the kids have work to do. Whatever happened to us probably didn’t just happen here. There’s more than one Principal Jenkins. I’m sure of it.”

She nods, filled with resolve. “And more than one girl like me too caught up in herself to do the right thing. You’re right Zack. We have a lot of work to do.”

Her eyes begin to glow again. I’m startled for a moment as I see the heat vision erupt from them once more. It shoots behind me though, melting the rest of the way through the door, clearing the way for me into the school turned super-prison our megalomaniacal ex-principal had established.

I nod, and turn towards the school.

“And when we’re done,” she says behind me, “Maybe that island?”

I turn to look at her, the grin back on my face. She’s grinning too.

“You better come back to me, hero,” she says.

I tip her a corny salute, and then fly into the school like an angry rocket.

“Count on it,” I say, ready to take on the world.

Heat Vision

Copyright Rob White 2011