Here's why I love fictional characters over some people I know. Fictional characters aren't real, but they make you feel good. They never put you down, they're not mean to you or treat you like dirt. They can't hurt you. The best part about watching my shows is that sometimes I wish I could jump into my TV set and join them. Who cares if Sam and Dean are always in danger? Who cares if Smallville and Metropolis have a lot of crime, they have Superman to protect them? Who cares if the Gossip Girl crowd are rich and you probably wouldn't fit in, they care more about each other than people do in real life? I'd love to live in Tree Hill the most and be friends with that crowd. You're treated like family and they care about and love each other. It would be nice to have that every once in a while.
Here's the thing with real people and I just found out something about a friend or someone I thought was my friend. She basically treats me like a stranger and I guess I am one anymore. I hardly ever see her because she's so busy, but that's not the only reason. She lives with my sister and they've lived together now for over 20 years and I've thought of her as a sister herself. People think my sister and her are lesbians, but they're not. My sister would tell me if she was one. They've just never found anyone and they were best friends and it was cheaper to live together. My sister helped her get a better job, she's had more money and I know she's paid for more in the household. My friend has kids, but my sister never could. My sister wanted children, but she couldn't have any, that's one of the only reasons that my sister stays with her now. Her children. My sister loves them and I love them too. It's hard that this friend treats my sister like a piece of shit after all she's done for her. She's told people that my sister is just a person who lives downstairs in their house, not that she's her best friend and they've been living together for a long time. Here's the thing that got to me. I've been on Facebook and she talked to me like a stranger, not someone she's known for years. That really hurts because it feels like I'm nothing to her now. I still love her and her children and I'll always remember the great times I've spent with her. It just hurts that she doesn't feel the same way about me. She was like family and my sister and that's how I treated her. I guess that's just the way people are.
Most of the time I don't know how anyone in my family feels about me. I hope they love me as much as I love them, but I don't know. We're not a family that shows our love or hugs and says I love you to each other. That's something I rarely have heard in my life or that I've said out loud. Sometimes I love my family and the people so much, that it hurts and I've learned not to hold on too tightly to them because then I'll lose them. I guess I just had to write this, especially about my friend because I doubt we're friends anymore. It sad when you know something is over and maybe you were holding on and hoping, but it was over and you couldn't let go. I guess I've finally let go of her as a friend. Who knows what will happen with her and me or my sister, since she lives with her and I hardly see my sister because she's so busy helping her with her kids and taking care of their house. I just hope she one day appreciates my sister for all she's done for her and her kids.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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