So my co-worker happens to be one of my old friends from school way back in 8th grade. We weren’t all that close and didn’t talk much, but it was still surprising to be able to run into him again.
Right now, he’s working full-time to make ends meet. He’s living completely independently, renting out a room with a few other guys, paying his own bills, and putting the food on his own table. He said he’s been doing that since he graduated high school 2 years ago, working at the gym as a janitor and scrubbing toilets 40 hours a week to help him get by.
I sort of wrote him off as a typical guy who just didn’t like school and ended up leaving to live on his own, which isn’t uncommon. But only today did I actually have a talk with him about how and why, and I’m glad I did.
He said junior year, which was after I moved away from Texas to go live in California, he ran into some family trouble. His Dad withdrew him from the school and gave custody of him to his Mom, who he had never been close to. My friend didn’t give any reason why, and I figured it was too sensitive to ask, but what ended up happening was that he moved to a city called Bryan in Texas, where he was in a class of 50, most of which were Blacks and Hispanics.
He ended up being forced into a fight on the first day of school, in which he quickly beat up a white kid who challenged him. The fight wasn’t out of anger or aggression or bullying; it was more of a test of strength and will and reputation. The whole senior class had literally supported the fight, and after that day, they had accepted him.
After a year in Bryan, where he ended up succeeding at Track & Field and also literally was in the running for Valedictorian because of how bad every persons’ grades were, he moved back to the old school by getting his Uncle to take custody of him. My friend was previously a High School Wrestling star, and the only way he could get to wrestle again in high school was to move back somehow.
After graduating, he immediately was forced out of where he lived. He had to couch surf and find a job to help him pay for food and eventually housing. That’s when he got the job at the local gym as a janitor. He’s now saving up money to buy a car and go to school to get an Associate’s Degree and hopefully get certified in something so he can work a specialized job to reel in more income.
All I could really say to him was that life is terrible because we don’t get to choose what we start out with. Some of us get more opportunities than others, and even some of us don’t get any opportunities at all. And I said I felt guilty because I’ve got such a great opportunity but I’m literally pouring it down the sink, while others would literally kill for what I have.
But why does it really not motivate me still, knowing this? Perhaps it’s because an opportunity to do something you would not enjoy possibly isn’t even an “opportunity” at all? Hell, if someone offered me a free chance to go surfing, I would hardly see a reason to say yes. It’s free and all, but I hate the water.
So since the place I’m moving into is unfurnished, I get to finally pick out my own furniture for my room!
I’m gonna do Japanese futon style cause it’s convenient, with the Shikibuton and Kakebuton and the Tatami Mat’s underneath :]] And I’m gonna fold it up when I wake up in the morning and all that nice stuff :]]] Maybe I’ll get one of those folding Shoji screens too…. Or, the Chinese version of them so I don’t look like I wish I were Japanese xD
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
IM SO OBSESSED WITH TORADORA IM GONNA REWATCH IT A THIRD TIME THIS WEEK
K just finished Pet Girl of Sakurasou :’) definitely teared up MANLY tears. It didn’t hit me as hard as Toradora! did, but I guess cause it was more of a happy plot. Oh well :]]]]]]]]]] THE ANIME BINGE CONTINUES!!1