Friends...
Hey all. not much has been going on things have been rough, but well. just wanted to vent something that happened to me recently.
About 5-6 months ago when i was still living in palmdale, a new hire came into my job and I'll just name him "rob" for this sake. at first i treated rob like all new hires "say hi, introduce myself, give him any tips he needs about this deadbeat job, and move on" but when we talked it didn't last like the normal 5 minute conversations i have with new hires we just kept talking until work was done. strange because i never had such a long conversation before in such a long time...
After that, we became friends in a sense. he helped me get back home and forth to work sometimes since we lived close, we go out to eat, and talk more. mostly we talked about what we liked, who we knew in this shit hole town, recent events, and stuff at work. we didn't have too much in common but we enjoyed each others company. He was a really energetic guy and he drove like a fucken crazy person! seriously i feared i would die sometimes when i was in the car with him but he would just laugh and i would hug the ground every time he was out of eyesight!
Flash forward to about 2 weeks after i move. i saw rob after my whole moving ordeal and was really wanting to just get some normalcy back after 2 weeks of just hectic mess. we said hi as usual but i could tell something was off i asked if everything was ok but he just gave be a typical "Nah its cool don't worry about it" brush-off. it was odd considering we always went deep into our conversations. i figured he was feeling ill or something so i gave him the benefit of the doubt. but after that, he started acting off all the time. not really talking, being down all the time, not really wanting to do anything with anyone including me. it seemed really strange but i was going through my own shit so i figured the same thing was happening to him.
About a week and a half ago, rob came in to work with this usual down self we just said a casual hi to each other and that was it. we really threw me off was that he only stayed for about 20 minutes then told my boss he had to go because he was feeling "Sick" now mind you i can always tell when someone was bullshitting being sick or not including stomach sickness (the face gives it away with those) he was completely bullshitting and just left me doing both his and my own work. wasn't like him AT ALL! He didn't start coming in after that calling in all the time and such...
Rumors started about him doing drugs and coming in stoned on the night shifts and not doing anything. didn't want to believe it but something told me it fit with what he was doing since i moved.
Last monday though was what really told me it was official. i figured rob wasn't coming in as usual and my bosses were staring at the paper, figured there was another thing about or crew in the paper (recently we had a "tribute to newspapers" week where they went through the process of how a paper was made including our department) it wasn't it was a small article on the second page about 3 people who tried to abduct a car near a park i used to live next to. guess who was on the list?...
Thats right, Rob's name. Something just sunk down to the deepest pits inside me but i couldn't let anyone know this so i acted a bit stunned and brushed it off jokingly. when i got home though i started really thinking about it. Just what the hell happened to rob since i moved? was it my fault or something else? did my moving cause this? Then i started thinking about the friends i moved away from 5 years ago, i left them when we were all in high school but what about now? 5 years is a long time without barely seeing anyone...what has changed? what went wrong without me being there to help them through it? would i be able to help now or was it too late? I need to know or this curiosity will never stop tormenting my brain.
As for rob, hes still in jail awaiting a hearing according to the paper. 3 counts of theft and 1 count of attempted grand theft auto don't know if hes made bail or not. Hes instantly fired because the paper doesn't want any bad press from an employee doing such acts and then having to print it because its the only local paper in town. i would like to talk to him maybe slug some sense into his god damned drug abused brain but his cell phone hasn't worked in days and I'm currently broke so i don't have enough money to spare to get down to his house and find out what the hell happened. he will probably never talk to me again...
This bothers me...It really does. in the 5 years since i moved away from the valley i have had acquaintances and people i chat to every once in a while but not really a friend. Ive been friendless up here for years and the first one i meet gets his ass in trouble. it throws me into soo many emotions that my stomach gets sick over it.
Just how long can a friendship last? How many years? When is it that you give up hope ever seeing that person again? One things for sure, I'm going to find someway to get in contact with my old friends again and find out if there ok...
*yawn* I'm tired. gotta get to work in 3 hours. boss is going to be working me like a dog for the next 2 weeks. big paycheck sure but my back is going to suffer. i really need another job...
Later.