We were both looking forward to attending, but Karin was especially excited to go once she found out that a dear friend of hers was coming from out of state. We’ll call him “Dave.” We both knew him in high school. We caught up with a few old friends, and it was amazing to see them all, but it’s Dave I want to tell you about here.
See, unbeknownst to me, Dave had held some animosity toward me in high school. Apparently, there had been some perceived tension between us because he was jealous over the girl I was dating, which is even more funny considering Dave is gay. Karin had mentioned it in passing before, but I wasn’t sure how seriously to take her since I didn’t remember any such tension.
As he shared all of this with me at the cookout, I listened in disbelief that I could be so obtuse as to not even notice that this guy basically hated me. I’m not sure he’d say that he hated me, but there was definitely tension; on his end, anyway. He qualified it by telling me that I was also the better clarinet player in band. Again, a surprise. The only reason I ever figured I was “better” was because I am a year older than Dave, and therefore had more practice and experience. He assured me I was just better.
As it turns out, Dave and I have a lot more in common than we thought. Aside from playing the clarinet and liking the same girl, both of us were (are?) “shy, awkward weirdos,” as he put it. We also both have a hand in the mental health field and eat grapes like they’re candy. (Best fruit ever!)
So Dave and I caught up and cleared the air, which I didn’t even know needed clearing. Although, I’ll admit, I do now recall sensing some tension from him in high school, but I never knew why. At any rate, we had a great time at the cookout, and he came over for one last visit Sunday night before returning home Monday. I’m really glad we had a chance to catch up. I think we’re going to be good friends.
Funny how you can go years feeling a certain way toward someone and they have no idea. I’ve done it, too. It makes me think of a phrase I heard once or twice and like to use on occasion: “Sometimes, you just never know.”
Have you ever been the target of someone’s animosity and didn’t realize it? What unspoken feelings do you hold for someone else? What do you think would happen if you told them?
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