“You tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“What am I doing wrong? Why doesn’t it ever seem to work out? I’ll, ugh, this is going to sound so sappy and stupid.”
“It’s not.”
“It really is.”
He sat there silently, looking at me as the parking lot lights cast long rays across his face. Car headlights would crash across him as they drove by and I’d see myself in his eyes for a brief moment. I rapped my knuckles on the hood of his car before wrapping my arms around my legs.
“I really try. I mean, I really try. I wear what they like. I meet all their stupid friends. I do like a million little things just for them. I’m saying ‘Like, hey, I really like you.’ But its like they never really like me. I mean, they like me, but they don’t like ME.”
“I like you plenty.”
“Yeah but you’re you. Of course you do. We’ve been friends since my mom and your mom were cooking us up. What I want to know is why they don’t like me.”
“I think you already said why.”
“What?”
“Oh come on. It’s the same every time. You go for guys who don’t want you they want some version of you that they think you are. Some dream or delusion or some podcast bro’s take on a woman. And then you go and try to make yourself that dream or delusion.”
“What’s wrong with trying to be better?”
“You’re a real person, not a character in a book. The only delusion here is you think you’re gonna do something different and suddenly they’ll have their eyes opened wide. Like, ‘Oh my, she really is the woman of my dreams, she’s an
a n g e l from heaven just for me.’”
He cupped his hands around his face, putting on a lovestruck look and it made me laugh, brightening for a moment the frustration I was feeling before it bubbled right back up.
“So you’re saying just be myself? Thank you, Mr. Fortune-Cookie.”
“It’s always been enough for me.”
“Being yourself?”
“No. You.”
You ever feel like people only see half of you? Maybe your bright, cheery side but never your “sitting-in-front-of-the-fire-thinking-about-life” side? I know I do. But I want to see what makes you, you. Why?
Because, I believe your life is worth remembering, not because you’re having one special day amidst a sea of forgettable ones but because your forgettable days are the ones that build you. Your stories deserve to be passed on and your little moments are big.
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