When You Go To Meet Your Maker, When You Go To Cut Your Ties
Here's some back story, because I realised tonight that not many people that I know now know about this, and it's recently come up again. So, here you go:
My freshman year in college, I was in an improv comedy troupe. I had made some new friends, met a guy that I thought was ok, and was having a pretty great time. For reasons that, even three years later, I'm still not sure of, one night, four of the members of the troupe that I was the least close to came to my dorm at two in the morning, called me downstairs, and kicked me out of the troupe. There was no warning, no reasons, no nothing. Apparently, as I later found out, they had come from a 4 hour long super secret meeting about kicking me out.
This was February of freshman year. I was cold, I was heartbroken, I had no car to flee town with. Instead, I made new friends, drank too much Jack Daniels and wound up with a tattoo that I still love. I broke up with the guy, who was also in the troupe and in on the secret meeting upon realising that he was a) absolutely fucking crazy, and b) no one I wanted to spend any ammount of time with.
It was a very painful time, but I perfer to look back on it now as my being so bad ass that I got forceably removed from a school organization. How many people can honestly claim that?
Anyway.
Three years later, and there are two or three people from the troupe that I still talk to. They are the people who appologised, who refused to let our friendships be defined by one incident a long time ago.
Tonight, I ran into Jasper, who is now the oldest member of the troupe, having joined the same night I had. I suppose he's the guy in charge now. Anyway, we always joke about me trying out again, but I've told him that I've got other things going on right now that I get real satisfaction out of, and would never leave.
But tonight, when I ran into Jasper, he told me about the annual alumni reunion show that the troupe does. Seing as he's the only one currently in the troupe who even knows about the ordeal three years ago, he invited me to come. I mean, I guess technically, I'm still alumni.
It's on Saturday, and there would be a lot of people there that aided in my being kicked out, many of whom I haven't spoken to since I left. There's also a chance that Crazy Ex Boyfriend Dude would be there. I'm not sure what to do.
On one hand, I'd love to preform again. It was really fun. I know I have friends now that would come and support me. On the other hand, well, I mean...you've read this whole entry.
I'm torn, and I just really don't know what to do.
And I don't need another tattoo.
i want to put all of my pain in a chest of drawers,
kerry
My freshman year in college, I was in an improv comedy troupe. I had made some new friends, met a guy that I thought was ok, and was having a pretty great time. For reasons that, even three years later, I'm still not sure of, one night, four of the members of the troupe that I was the least close to came to my dorm at two in the morning, called me downstairs, and kicked me out of the troupe. There was no warning, no reasons, no nothing. Apparently, as I later found out, they had come from a 4 hour long super secret meeting about kicking me out.
This was February of freshman year. I was cold, I was heartbroken, I had no car to flee town with. Instead, I made new friends, drank too much Jack Daniels and wound up with a tattoo that I still love. I broke up with the guy, who was also in the troupe and in on the secret meeting upon realising that he was a) absolutely fucking crazy, and b) no one I wanted to spend any ammount of time with.
It was a very painful time, but I perfer to look back on it now as my being so bad ass that I got forceably removed from a school organization. How many people can honestly claim that?
Anyway.
Three years later, and there are two or three people from the troupe that I still talk to. They are the people who appologised, who refused to let our friendships be defined by one incident a long time ago.
Tonight, I ran into Jasper, who is now the oldest member of the troupe, having joined the same night I had. I suppose he's the guy in charge now. Anyway, we always joke about me trying out again, but I've told him that I've got other things going on right now that I get real satisfaction out of, and would never leave.
But tonight, when I ran into Jasper, he told me about the annual alumni reunion show that the troupe does. Seing as he's the only one currently in the troupe who even knows about the ordeal three years ago, he invited me to come. I mean, I guess technically, I'm still alumni.
It's on Saturday, and there would be a lot of people there that aided in my being kicked out, many of whom I haven't spoken to since I left. There's also a chance that Crazy Ex Boyfriend Dude would be there. I'm not sure what to do.
On one hand, I'd love to preform again. It was really fun. I know I have friends now that would come and support me. On the other hand, well, I mean...you've read this whole entry.
I'm torn, and I just really don't know what to do.
And I don't need another tattoo.
i want to put all of my pain in a chest of drawers,
kerry