Writing 101- Day 4. Loss of a Friend

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

Today you want us to write about our loss. I was going to write about having lost someone close to me to the disease of the century. I am not ready to write about this yet. It would be far too upsetting, and I am not ready to go public with it. What I am ready to write about, though, is losing friends in my life.

As this is supposed to be the first post of a series of three, this assignment will be about the first friend I lost – in primary school. We were a bunch of happy girls. We used to go round each other’s places, hang around, chat, listen to music and get to know each other. As well as each other’s parents, of course: otherwise who would let us just hang around with no control. In those days, so many years ago, it was all about parental control.

I had this friend who I was really close to. We used to hang around a lot. Until one day I realised that what we had was a one-way friendship. Or one-way communication, to be more precise. The most clear memory about this friend that I have been carrying through life is that she wasn’t interested in what I was saying. About anything. She was dismissive and never let me finish what I had to say to her. She wasn’t really interested in listening. All she wanted was to have a good listener. Which I sure was – as expected from a good friend.

I only realised this was the case after we had been friends for a number of years. So, by the time I noticed it, it was too late. She had left her mark on me. I had developed a serious complex which took me years to get rid of. And which, I guess, is still deeply embedded in me. That what I’ve got to say is not interesting. That I have to keep short what I want to say. That it always has to be to the point. Rather than talk to someone who understands and wants to listen to you. Which is what friendship is about. At least to me.

We stopped hanging around after we finished school. I have no idea what she has been up to since then. I wouldn’t even recognise her if I saw her now, as I have completely forgotten her face. I guess this is my subconsciousness at play here, blocking away memories that are too painful. What I do remember vividly, though, is where she used to live. And her name. You bet I have no other friend with the same name. Wonder why?… I think I know the answer.

So, this is how I lost a friend for a first time. And didn’t regret it at all.

9 comments

  1. Congratulations. Perhaps she was never your friend to begin with.

    Hello Angie. I came from 101, and you asked if this sustained interest- yes, it did, I read to the end- but even had I not known the assignment I would not, myself, have wanted it explained. If you launch in with “The first friend I lost was in primary school” that would be an opening to get me hooked. You can write what you want, you do not need to explain.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Hi, for some reason this ended up in my spam folder, hence the delay in replying to you. Thanks very much for your comment – it made perfect sense. 🙂

      Like

  2. What a well-written story. Perhaps your “friend” made you self-conscious and as if your own stories were meaningless, but here, I see a well-spoken writer who is poised, engaging and know how to tell a good story. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Agree with Easter Ellen. You can celebrate having moved on, outgrown that phase. We all have these lessons to learn, valuing our wonderful selves, not in an egotistical way though. Here’s my tag line:
    “It’s important to be around those who bring out the best in us, and to strive to be such a person ourselves.”

    Kudos to you Angie.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s