1981 was not a great
year.
For starters, I’ve
always enjoyed school and learning, but that September, there would be no
school, because the teachers in the Philadelphia school district went on strike
and remained on strike for the next 50 days.
Also, we moved that
year, and our new home, an extreme fixer-upper, was a big, unwelcome change
from our previous home, and I didn’t like the neighborhood or the neighbors.
And finally, I was fifteen
for crying out loud. Nuff said.
And then when the school
doors finally opened, I found myself smack dab in the most awkward period of my
life. Nothing I touched was any good. I tried out for choir and was rejected. My grades were terrible, and always shy and with
an offbeat sense of humor, I couldn’t find a friend to save my life. (Did I
mention that I went to an all-girls high school? What’s one definition of hell on
earth? Two thousand teenage girls under one roof, that’s what.)
Well, eventually I did
find one friend. And what do you know? She thought I was dumb.
Remember those bad
grades I mentioned? Yeah, they were bad, and my friend knew all about them. So
much so that, years later, when I told her I’d been accepted into Penn she
frowned at me quizzically and said “You?”
Yes, me. And that’s when
I realized—she really did think I was a bad student. But I wasn’t. I’d always
been a great student. Except I’d been
in the midst of that one lousy year when she and I met and so to her, I was an
okay student, certainly not Penn material. End of story.
And now, I think about this time in my life and this friend of mine, and it occurs
to me that sometimes, for whatever reason, people get an idea of who we are
based on a particular moment in time that really doesn’t characterize who we are, and eventually we realize that the
relationship needs a reframing, or a do over, if it’s to thrive.
Of course, this can go
the other way as well. Sometimes we
get it into our heads that someone is
a certain way, and we’re just wrong. Sometimes we believe that others are needy
because we meet them at a point of need, but actually they’re quite strong. Other
times we believe they’re strong, when actually they’re fragile.
And I’m not talking here
about someone pretending to be a different person than who she is. I’m talking
strictly about our perceptions of people based on our own biases, experiences,
and sometimes, need. When that happens, and when we begin to realize that our expectations of people are based on our flawed realities of who we think they are or that their expectations of us are based on their flawed reality, an uncomfortable dynamic can result that must be
addressed or the friendship may wither.
Some do overs are easy,
but others can be quite difficult, even those that require a change in us, which is within our control after
all.
But when it’s all said
and done, a relationship that’s not grounded in reality is bound to be a
disappointment, so it’s important to get our heads on straight or have that
uncomfortable conversation:
“Hey, you seemed really
surprised when I said I’d been accepted into Penn. Why’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just that you
never seemed that interested in school.”
“Really? I love school... well, it’s true that when we met I wasn’t liking it that much. Boy that was a lousy
year! It almost messed up my entire GPA.”
“Oh yeah?”
And so on, and so forth.
It’s how we get to know
who people truly are, not merely who we think they are.
And it's worth it.
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