Brain Fart 7: All Glory and Glasses to God

Yes, that title didn't really make sense. This blog might not make too much sense, either.

These are some things I have learned while failingly trying not to be involved with these two friends of mine. My apartmentmate, Glory**, like this guy, Glasses**. She's liked him for about a year now. A lot of things happened. A lot. Basically, for the past month, gas has been leaking into this whole thing. For the past couple of weeks, sparks have been flying. And now, it has finally exploded. Tonight.

I get a call from Glasses. He tells me he had been talking to Glory, said some mean things, and she ran off. At night. In the rain. So he tells me he's gonna come pick me up so we can look for her. Just about a minute and a half later, Glory calls. She is hysterical. Telling me how much she hates him, while not telling me where she is. As she's going off, Glasses arrives, and pulls me out the door with him. He's so ashamed at what he said, he can't even tell me. So as we drive to the name of the street Glory told me she was on as I was hanging up, all was quiet. During that time, the events of the past few weeks run through my mind.

Among those events, I remember the talk I had with Glory just a couple of weeks ago. It's the same thing I told Glasses a few days after. This is what I said.
You know that show, Fear Factor? I was watching it once, where each contestant had needles of different widths stuck in their arms. This imagery seemed to work with their situation. Glasses stuck a needle in Glory's arm. That is when she started liking him, with him not liking her back. This is when he found out she liked him, and decided to not say anything, because he was too scared. This is when her life started going slightly downhill. Now, the needle is in her arm. The base on one side, the point sticking out of the other side. 3 things can happen.
1, Glory and Glasses can cut off their friendship, pretend it never happened. That would be as though Glasses pulled the needle back out from the base. It may not hurt as the other choices, and they might have healed faster, but there would be no satisfaction or closure, because they didn't do what they needed to do, but took the easy way out. And the game, their friendship, would be over.
2, which is what Glasses should have done from the beginning, is to finish it. Tell her he wasn't interested, tell her the complete truth, and be done with it. This would be as though Glasses pulled the needle all the way through. The pain would be big, and the wound might heal slower. However, the pain would eventually go away, and they could leave as the winners, with each other's friendship intact.
3, which is what Glasses had been doing, was leaving things at a standstill. He knew that sticking the needle in Glory's arm had hurt her. Thinking about how much pain he brought her, and thinking about how bad a person he was for putting her through that pain, he didn't want to hurt her anymore, and decided to leave her be, thinking it would be better for her. Too bad he forgot that the needle was still in her arm. She was waiting for him to take it out. Sure, it would hurt her more to remove the needle, but leaving it in there also causes pain. The longer the needle stayed in her arm, the more it hurt. And the worst part was that it wouldn't heal. Because the needle was still there. There was no closure.

Glasses parks the car on the street that Glory had told me she had walked to. We split up. Glasses is the one to find her, but instead of facing her, calls me back to talk to her. This reminded me what Glory had told me of their first conversation about their whole situation.
Glasses had worn a beanie over his glasses while Glory covered her eyes with her hands. They always did that. They refused to acknowledge what was going on. They would never tell each other the straight up truth. They always hide things, usually their whole, true feelings, while hiding behind something: hands, beanies, pretty, pseudo-intellectual words, etc. They so severely lacked the communication every true friendship requires.

I get to Glory. One minute, she’s ranting about how angry she was at what Glasses had told her, and the next, she’s ranting about how she hates how Glasses can’t accept grace. She says she hates him, but we all know that’s not true. If she hated him, she wouldn’t get so upset at the things he said, especially about his own well-being.
Before, Glasses had told me he’s been saying things to her meaner than he truly feels because he wants her to hate him. He thinks it would be better for Glory to hate him, forget about him.

These two are so dumb. They say they want the other to go away, when they care about each other so f***ing much. I’ve told them both before that they need to be completely honest to each other, say exactly what is on their minds. To each other. So, as Glory looks at me with searching, pleading eyes, I see Glasses down the street, just standing in the cold, waiting. I look at Glory, crying because she cares so much about Glasses. I look to Glasses, who had literally pulled me out of my own apartment for worrying about Glory.

“GLASSES GET OVER HERE!” I yell, and start walking towards him. “Glory, come with me.” She follows. We meet in the middle. They meet in the middle. I put them in the one position they seem to fear the most: facing each other, eye to eye. I start them off by asking them questions they have to answer in front of each other. After a while, I leave them by themselves, so they have to talk to each other, and not to me. I can only take them so far. It’s their friendship. They can do whatever they want, as long as it is what they truly want.

The lessons that I learned from this, I myself know what they are, but I don’t really know how to word it. But, I think you’ll get it, too.

Oh. One last thing. You’re probably wondering, “so…why is God in the title?” right? Usually, I am really busy with dance, school, homework, or whatever. Today, I had nothing. I had a lot of free time. It felt so weird. I was like, “How? Why?” Well, I think God planned it this way, so that I was around when this all went down. Thank you, God =]


** Not their real names