I snicker as Shawn throws another bit of paper into the boy’s hair in front of us. We’re supposed to be paying attention to an astronomy lecture, but the constellation of white stars in the black mass of hair is much more interesting. The boy still hasn’t noticed, concentrated on the next origami unicorn he’s making. I’m ashamed of this memory.
When I first met Jenaer, I didn’t expect to talk to him, let alone become friends. He was different from anyone I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot. He was quiet and awkward, and I was loud and growing more openly confident each day.
After a year of emails, arguments, outbursts, and silent treatments, I realized that I’d gained a new friendship. It’s not a conventional friendship, and it is in no way always cordial, but it works.
Jenaer gives me a new perspective on life. There is very little we agree on, short of an unspoken mutual agreement that bickering should replace conversation. But he’s always saying something interesting, and I’m always looking forward to it.
I like this post, Bri. It’s not a good feeling when you’ve made fun of someone then realized why everyone makes fun of them. This happened to me a few years ago. Everyone made from of this girl because she was weird and would growl at people and didn’t have any friends. Then, when I took the time to talk to her, she confessed to me and a few other girls that her grandpa had raped her when she was a little girl, and that’s why she has problems making friends. I felt so bad.
Anyone who takes the time to talk to Jenaer will always learn something new. And part of the reason I know this is because of you. So,thank you(:
This is a long comment. Sorry for rambling. <3
Betsy: that is the saddest, happiest thing I’ve ever heard. Sad for obvious reasons, but happy because you were actually there to listen to her. Which is wonderful.
I absolutely adore Jenaer. I’m so glad I got to know him through you, my dear Bri.