A Whole Chapter

“I don’t just want a paragraph,” he said, “I want a whole chapter.”

I guess I’ll try.

It’s weird the things we remember most about people. Sometimes it’s an event. Sometimes it’s a conversation. With him, there are a few things that stand out. Maybe enough for a whole chapter. We’ll see.

I remember for my birthday one year he got me a machete and a 6 pack of Zima. Only one of the Zimas wasn’t Zima at all. It was vodka. That was part of the fun, he said. I got to open them all and taste them to find out which was which. I named the machete Eddie, because I thought it went well with my Cleaver (knife) family that way. Eddie Machete. One of the saddest things ever was the day I realized I had lost Eddie in one of my 24 moves over a period of 5 years. I guess these things happen, but it was an unhappy realization. That was definitely my coolest weapon. For the record, I didn’t drink the Zima. The vodka either.

A few years later, I remember sitting at a bar with him talking. And I remember him talking at me very seriously about my perfectionism and stubbornness. He told me something that I’ve thought about a lot since then. He said that while I was waiting for something perfect that might not exist, I could be missing out on something that’s really, really good. That was a long time ago now. I mean, I am in the future. The future is now. That had to have been at least 10 years ago. Maybe more. But I still think about those words a lot. They’re still completely relevant, because I’m still stubborn and ridiculous.

And one last one. A few years ago now, we were at a wedding. I think it was our friend Sonrisa who was getting married, and he asked me to dance. I, of course, said no. I don’t dance. I’m a bad dancer. I mean, I would like to be decent at it, but I simply am not any good. But he would have none of it. He grabbed my arm and dragged me across the entire dance floor, chair and all, until he eventually realized I meant it. I felt a little bit bad, but I also remember being slightly embarrassed by the whole ordeal. But now, years later, I guess it’s a story to tell. Or one of those “Hey remember that time you blah blah blah?” Yuk, yuk, yuk.

I wonder if other people remember the same stories about me that I do them? If they have mostly the same memories or different ones?

But still, he’s one of the good ones–a constant in my small group of friends now for many years. We’ve all been hanging out every weekend for I don’t know how long. A really, really long time. And I’m thankful for every one of them for the things they teach me, for the way we all laugh together, and for friendship in general. It’s a very good thing.

Anyway, it’s not a very long chapter, but I am declaring it at least a fairly short one. I’m the writer after all, so I can say so.

Beka Johnson
Beka Johnson

Beka is the Director of Inbound Marketing for a fintech company in the Seattle area. She loves dabbling, reading, scheming, writing, and dreaming up ways to make good things better. When she’s not working, you can find her digging up all sorts of adventures in her new city.

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