I know it’s been a while since my last post. I’ve decided it’s a bit juvenile to put up a post every night, especially recently. I’ve been thoroughly exhausted every night since Saturday. Why? Well because starting Saturday morning William and I have been getting up at 7:45 AM and going running for a mile. I need to lose quite a bit of weight for the military, and he just needs to get in shape. We both do. I am very excited about all of this though, it’s really nice having motivation to better myself.
On the topic of motivation let me run off on this tangent. I spoke with my Mother on Saturday about me joining the military. Now I was on the fence as to which way she would go. Would she go with the “I’m so happy for you, yes! Yes! Do it!” route or would she go with the “No, no, no. Absolutely not!” route? Well, I found out. She seemed very ecstatic at my urge to join the service to serve my country. My choice of branch, however, didn’t tickle the fancy. She began preaching to me, if you will, about how she thinks the Air Force is better suited for me and my needs. This got me thinking, why do I want to join the Marines over the other branches? I have no prior allegiances to any branches, nor have I ever had any desire to join one. My reason for picking the Marines is and always has been clear. William. He’s been one of my closest friends for the better part of three years now. We were acquainted, however, for closer to four or five. Now I won’t take you down the journey of how we became friends, it’s mildly boring and frankly, makes us seem even more gay than we admit. So he’s the reason I chose the Marines and I need to rethink that, obviously. I’ll even go as far as admitting that the first and foremost reason I even entertained the idea of enlisting was Felicia. Not even to get away from her but because she obviously wants a man that’s served. Her feelings for her lab partner, a Navy guy, make it painfully obvious. Am I proud of the fact that she influenced me to get motivated? No. Do I regret it? Hell no. I’ve realized that enlisting is the perfect thing for me at this point in my life. I want to travel. The service can provide that. I want to grow up and just be able to support my self. The service can help me with that. And the kicker, when I get out I’ll be able to go to college under the G.I. Bill, that’s $40,000.00 for college. Plus I’ll have the experience in electronics that will make me a hot commodity on the job market.
I hate to go on another tangent, but I need to clear my mind before I go to bed. I do still have feelings for Felicia. I cannot deny that. But I do think I’m pretty much over her. When I think of our past, it stings. When I think of her with another guy or even telling one that she’d be all over him, it stings. But when I look to my future, I see one there. Sadly, it is without her but that’s not my choice. Nor will it be my choice ever again unless by some stroke of, luck?, we end up back together. I don’t know exactly what to do. I loved, love, her so much that I don’t want to see a future without her. But she obviously has moved on and doesn’t see a future with me. This pretty much forces me to move on. Maybe she’ll fall into the category of girls that regret not being with me. Although, she has the semi-prestigious title of heart breaker in my life. She does share that title with Jackie. But she’s taken it so much further than Jackie ever did. The immature boy inside of me yearns to just talk to her and make her feel guilty in hopes that she’ll take me back. The man I am becoming sees that that will only push her further away and it’s not the right thing to do. The one thing she always said to me was that it takes a month to make or break a habit. Sunday marks a month of us being broken up. Sunday marks the day I started to cope with everything. It seems as if February 2008 was the dark cloud of my life. But now that I’ve made it through the hail storm of fury and pain I see a very bright future.
My life is becoming amazing again. I’ve basically given my heart to 3 friends. Not all in the same way, but I have given pieces to them. One piece obviously went to Felicia. There’s a hole where that piece was because I don’t want it back nor do I want to fill it. Her and I share something special. She was my best friend. Note the was. Our best-friendship has been relegated to the past. We are no longer best friends. We hardly talk. Why then, you may ask, do I not want to fill her spot in my heart? Because in order to get where I want to go I need to remember where I’ve been. We shared something special. It may not have been on the same level for both of us, but the act itself is very special. Had I been like other guys maybe this would be easier. But I gave everything to care for her and that’s why this is so hard. I do, however, believe that she will be moving on to bigger and better things. She said I wasn’t what she wants. Now she’s pursuing what she wants and I’m happy for her.
Another piece goes with Mason, my best friend since seventh grade. The only events in my life that Mason was not part of were the ones in 9th and 10th grade simply because we had no way to hang out. We’ve had parallel personalities ever since we met. We played Lacrosse together, both wanting to play attack. We realized that we were better at defense and almost took our team to state. We were ping pong addicts. We played so much at school that his parents eventually got him one for either his birthday or Christmas. We played day and night. We even got in trouble for talking to a certain someone on the phone when his mom was testing batteries. There was also chess. I now I may not seem like a chess player. But back in the day I could castle queen side with the best of them. Then came Counter-Strike. I remember Ben and I started playing and I introduced Mason to it. He took it and ran with it. That was in 8th grade I believe. Guess what game I still play to this day. After I quit Counter-Strike on the wishes of Felicia and the breakup of my team. Mason and I took up our next and his current addiction. Poker! I’m not quite sure how it skipped over me but I’m really not all that interested in poker. Mason, on the other hand, is a poker mongrel. He’s moving up in the poker world and I’m quite happy to see his future expanding. When I get out of the military I may join that cause.
The third piece definitely goes to Whiskey Bravo Tango, Will. I know I said I’d skip over why we’re so close but it’s a pivotal reason in why we’re so close today. Jackie and I broke up at the end of our Sophomore year. Will and Shayla broke up at the beginning of our Junior year. Even though our roles in the breakups were reversed we still hurt the same. We had each other to vent to and it worked. We bonded over our relationship misfortunes. Now we’re really close friends. It’s nice to have someone that’s been through the same challenges and trials as you have.
Now obviously Will and Mason are guys. And they’re in a different part of my heart than Felicia. But they’re all at one point or another my best friend. One more than the other at times, but as a whole they’re all the same. Felicia’s pulling out of that elite group, however, for whatever reason. Maybe that’s opening a new spot for another to come along. Maybe it’s providing a vacancy that won’t be filled for years. I don’t know. What I do know is I’m at peace with my life. The turmoil of the breakup has washed over me. The pain that comes with that and the anguish are finally subsiding. The thought of us no longer being together does still make me cringe, but not as much. I wish I never lost her. But if I didn’t, would I be entering the military now? Would I be on the path I am now? Nobody will ever know, but I do know that I’m doing it now. And I owe her thanks and a great big hug, perhaps a peck on the cheek.
All this thought has ripped tears from my eyes. Happy tears, mind you. The same happy tears I shed when I got in my car after kissing Felicia for the first time. The same happy tears I shed on February 12th, after our last encounter. The same happy tears I shed reflecting upon high school graduation. The same happy tears I will she at the news that I’m going to become a father, whenever that will be. And those tears shall be the same as the ones when that child is born. I don’t really care what you think of me for expressing my feelings. I feel a thousand times better.
Goodnight world,
Isaac