Revised Friendships
I believe it only fitting that I am ridding myself of bad company on one of the more empowering days of the year for women...Sadie Hawkin's Day.
It was November 14th, 2009, and Cherese was preparing to meet her flight back to Ohio. After referring to my city's library as "robo-poo" (upon entering she questioned the structural integrity of the architecture scaring two tourists); offering to relieve a young man of his "obviously" (to her) oppressive virtue at Zanadu comic store; shucking Shucker's (she had a problem with their "yard bird" dinner); and questioning my Negritude (DAILY after the viewing of "Good Hair" [2009]), Ms. Cherese is quite happy to return to her home state. It must be a most unhappy affair being 'her': she could not find comedic joy in the vertical fountain that lovers walk under downtown to kiss and take pictures.
Instead of scrapping our friendship, I have chosen to revise it, scale back on it, just a smig. Our last 'oppositional discussion' involved my 'false' perspective on my other sorority sisters' opinions of me. "You thought they LIKED you?! They used to disrespect you ALL the time!" Cherese was referring to when some of the sisters would return from vacay in warmer climates boasting deep, dark tans and jokingly comment that they were twice as dark as me. I never felt disrespected by these comments but she seemed to think it meant they did not like me. I brought up my first Anchor Splash and how I inquired as to why they did not ask Cherese, a Big Sis that lived in the sorority house; they told me they had to pay for the pool to be cleaned afterward and did not know how much the products in her hair would effect the price of cleaning. I defended her AND her hair care products. After I finished the re-telling of this incident she seemed angry. "That's what they told you? That's funny~ because I was the one that suggested they ask you!" I was puzzled, "Why?" She rolled her eyes, "Because I thought you had a perm (permanent relaxer/chemical straightener) and weave like me and I wanted you to have to explain why you were saying no to your new sisters!" "So this was done to humiliate me, then?" "Yes!-" "And it backfired..." She rolled her eyes at me again, "Some of the sisters really hated you- you were so prim and prissy and opinioned! It just seemed like you were being fake and putting on airs to them!-" "They WANTED their sisters to be individuals that stood up for what we believed in!" "No matter what anyone else thinks, you seem to sound like you believe you're right!" "Most people do!-" "No but you sound like you're spouting universal law or something! Like you really believe you are the goddess you are named for!" The conversation got worse from there. We dropped it.
I did not tell her that I am often in contact with our former undergrad sorority sisters and they moan when I mention her. "She just was so antagonistic; she never seemed to be happy", is their usual observation. Whichever sisters she is referring to that did not care for me, are not in my phonebook, therefore I am happy to be rid of them...and soon, her.
The re-birthing process is usually more painful than actual birth for the participates; thus my (and to be sure) those around me's angst.
It was November 14th, 2009, and Cherese was preparing to meet her flight back to Ohio. After referring to my city's library as "robo-poo" (upon entering she questioned the structural integrity of the architecture scaring two tourists); offering to relieve a young man of his "obviously" (to her) oppressive virtue at Zanadu comic store; shucking Shucker's (she had a problem with their "yard bird" dinner); and questioning my Negritude (DAILY after the viewing of "Good Hair" [2009]), Ms. Cherese is quite happy to return to her home state. It must be a most unhappy affair being 'her': she could not find comedic joy in the vertical fountain that lovers walk under downtown to kiss and take pictures.
Instead of scrapping our friendship, I have chosen to revise it, scale back on it, just a smig. Our last 'oppositional discussion' involved my 'false' perspective on my other sorority sisters' opinions of me. "You thought they LIKED you?! They used to disrespect you ALL the time!" Cherese was referring to when some of the sisters would return from vacay in warmer climates boasting deep, dark tans and jokingly comment that they were twice as dark as me. I never felt disrespected by these comments but she seemed to think it meant they did not like me. I brought up my first Anchor Splash and how I inquired as to why they did not ask Cherese, a Big Sis that lived in the sorority house; they told me they had to pay for the pool to be cleaned afterward and did not know how much the products in her hair would effect the price of cleaning. I defended her AND her hair care products. After I finished the re-telling of this incident she seemed angry. "That's what they told you? That's funny~ because I was the one that suggested they ask you!" I was puzzled, "Why?" She rolled her eyes, "Because I thought you had a perm (permanent relaxer/chemical straightener) and weave like me and I wanted you to have to explain why you were saying no to your new sisters!" "So this was done to humiliate me, then?" "Yes!-" "And it backfired..." She rolled her eyes at me again, "Some of the sisters really hated you- you were so prim and prissy and opinioned! It just seemed like you were being fake and putting on airs to them!-" "They WANTED their sisters to be individuals that stood up for what we believed in!" "No matter what anyone else thinks, you seem to sound like you believe you're right!" "Most people do!-" "No but you sound like you're spouting universal law or something! Like you really believe you are the goddess you are named for!" The conversation got worse from there. We dropped it.
I did not tell her that I am often in contact with our former undergrad sorority sisters and they moan when I mention her. "She just was so antagonistic; she never seemed to be happy", is their usual observation. Whichever sisters she is referring to that did not care for me, are not in my phonebook, therefore I am happy to be rid of them...and soon, her.
The re-birthing process is usually more painful than actual birth for the participates; thus my (and to be sure) those around me's angst.
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