By Morgan Hixson
September 20, 2018
He had been having one of those weeks. One where a ton of those little things and a couple of really big ones combine to stretch the week into what seems like a year. There had been the classic toe stubbing, some head bumping, and the obligatory few stressful and tedious tasks.
It wasn’t these things that were on his mind while he was retracing his steps looking for his missing wallet on the sidewalk that day, though. It was the disillusionment that many high schoolers suffer from at one point or another: the realization that he cared far more for some people than those same people cared for him. Now he was a nice guy overall, but was not without faults. For example, he wasn’t immune to feeling sorry for himself, which given his situation was quite understandable. It is not much of a stretch to assume that these preoccupations his mind was suddenly fraught with played a decent sized part in the loss of his wallet, nor is it a stretch to say that had he not been searching for his wallet, had he instead been watching where he was going, the collision that ensued would not have happened.
Collisions have a tendency of occurring when at least one person is distracted; this is not surprising. What was surprising was that the dialogue following this collision was not a hasty, awkward apology followed by a flustered word indicating all was well after which a hasty retreat was taken by both parties who then promptly forget anything ever happened. If he had bumped into just about anyone else, the previous sentence would have quite accurately described what transpired, but in this particular instance the individual he bumped into was her.
She was in a good mood and when he apologized she laughed it off and recounted a story about how she had once spilled a tray of pancakes and syrup on her mother’s boss. He said it sounded like something he would do, and next thing you know they were in the midst of a full blown conversation. At some point in their discussion he revealed his lack of wallet and she revealed her willingness to help him find it. Fast forward about eight months in time. He never found his wallet, even with a second set of eyes, but the credit cards inside were never used in the card readers of seedy establishments, so the failure to locate it was not a big deal. He didn’t really mind anyway because for the last eight months she had been listening as he talked about his fight with loneliness and depression, and he was relieved to have found a friend to confide in at long last. It was a mutually beneficial friendship, because she had found someone to be a light in her world which had been darkened by her parent’s long and messy divorce.
I don’t know if they’ll ever end up together, maybe they’re best as friends. That is not the point though…the point is this: be careful when looking for what you want, because you may forget to watch for what you really need.
The opinions expressed are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Infuse Student Media or Southwest Baptist University
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