It’s not easy how to actually write this blog entry as I have been dragged back and forth from different friends groups again. It somehow does make me wonder what I want out of friendship: my happiness or do I have to pretend like someone I’m not to succumb to their personalities?
Today, I went and watched my best friend perform with his punk band on a stage on the first day of our Myanmar new year, Thingyan. I met up with my other best friend who’s also the best friend of the performing best friend. I ended up hanging out with secondary casual ladies friends and guilty as charged, it was way more fun than I could’ve imagined my day with my other two best friends.
It was only fair that I do not bug my best friend who was performing since he was busy on stage and he and I both have a mutual understanding about how both of us couldn’t spend time with each other and given I was at his house the night before until around 11pm, I’m sure he would find it only fair that I enjoyed my day. On the other hand, my other best friend, sadly, couldn’t stay without getting offended easy. I guess it’s his childhood growing up as a white boy in a Myanmar neighbourhood but somehow it’s just way too easy for him to become defensive at anything.
On a stage crowded with people dancing their asses off, I find it quite normal to have a hand coming at me from different angles, which I would just laugh at. Being 30 this year, I found it hard to turn my fingers into fist to throw a punch at the dude who has offended my best friend. I pushed my best friend back with all my weight and I reminded him several times that we are here to have fun, to which he answered “He hit me first”. There, I had it! I let him go and I stopped one of my girlfriends from stopping him. It’s his life and that’s his choice. I respect that.
I was bummed out actually. A dad with an amazing wife and a kid, I’d thought my best friend would come to realization that it’s better for him to not even have started this fight on a stage crowded with twenty somethings.
I kept dancing with my girlfriends and tried not to worry about my best friend. A part of me felt guilty but I couldn’t stop thinking this was the best thing I’ve done. I guess I was not there to help him and I couldn’t be able to qualify as a good punch thrower but I gave him what I could. An honest feedback. To me, it’s immature to start fights, let alone starting a fight from nothing.
Today, I went and watched my best friend perform with his punk band on a stage on the first day of our Myanmar new year, Thingyan. I met up with my other best friend who’s also the best friend of the performing best friend. I ended up hanging out with secondary casual ladies friends and guilty as charged, it was way more fun than I could’ve imagined my day with my other two best friends.
It was only fair that I do not bug my best friend who was performing since he was busy on stage and he and I both have a mutual understanding about how both of us couldn’t spend time with each other and given I was at his house the night before until around 11pm, I’m sure he would find it only fair that I enjoyed my day. On the other hand, my other best friend, sadly, couldn’t stay without getting offended easy. I guess it’s his childhood growing up as a white boy in a Myanmar neighbourhood but somehow it’s just way too easy for him to become defensive at anything.
On a stage crowded with people dancing their asses off, I find it quite normal to have a hand coming at me from different angles, which I would just laugh at. Being 30 this year, I found it hard to turn my fingers into fist to throw a punch at the dude who has offended my best friend. I pushed my best friend back with all my weight and I reminded him several times that we are here to have fun, to which he answered “He hit me first”. There, I had it! I let him go and I stopped one of my girlfriends from stopping him. It’s his life and that’s his choice. I respect that.
I was bummed out actually. A dad with an amazing wife and a kid, I’d thought my best friend would come to realization that it’s better for him to not even have started this fight on a stage crowded with twenty somethings.
I kept dancing with my girlfriends and tried not to worry about my best friend. A part of me felt guilty but I couldn’t stop thinking this was the best thing I’ve done. I guess I was not there to help him and I couldn’t be able to qualify as a good punch thrower but I gave him what I could. An honest feedback. To me, it’s immature to start fights, let alone starting a fight from nothing.
Listening to: The Vines – In the jungle
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