Do Unto Others…

This weekend, at Rachael’s wedding, Stef and I got to talking with Prok about friends we’ve lost track of. And one of the things that this conversation got me thinking about was the way in which some of those friends I’ve recently lost track of used to talk with me about mutual friends that we’d all lost track of. And, in some cases, we used to talk shit about people who we no longer talked with, or at least laugh about their eccentricities. Which got me thinking about what those same friends—the ones I talked shit with, who I’ve now last track of—might be saying about Stef and I now.

A lot of thinking going on, as you can see. The end-result of which was that I determined that you really shouldn’t talk shit about anyone, or laugh at anyone’s eccentricities excessively. I realized that you really should pay attention to that old adage, “Do unto others as you would have done unto you.”

It’s not that it pains me to think of people talking shit about me, although I’d rather that wasn’t the case. What upsets me is that there are people out there who will be friendly as all hell with you for years and years and years, and then they’ll go ahead and talk shit about you the moment you’re gone, as if the time you’d spent together meant nothing at all. And it upsets me even more that I was one of those people, if only for a short time.

The philosophy I hold on lost friendships is simple: people will find their way back to you when the time is right. I hadn’t seen Rach in four years, but for the few moments all of us hung out together on Saturday night, it was as if we hadn’t missed a beat. Same with Jason. And I’m sure it’ll be the same with everyone else who I’ve lost touch with as well.

At least that’s the delusion I’m operating under the influence of.