About a month ago, my friend from University phoned me up and said he was going to come up and visit me during my vacation. We lived together as room mates for three years, we went to Amsterdam and the Glastonbury festival together, got stoned together and once walked the 25 miles from Manchester to Wigan together, Suffice to say we were tight. I hadn't seen him for like eleven years and I thought that was it.
But when he got in touch I was so pleased. Now we spoke, and he said he was going to come up from London with his son, and stay with me, on what in my mind, was the FOURTH of August. I stayed in all day waiting for him to knock at my house, but he didn't arrive. I tried to find his phone number but couldn't.
I checked my messages, tried to find his phone number on my computer, but could get nothing. I assumed he'd thought better of it. The next day I went out to visit friends, and today went to visit my parents in Liverpool. When I returned home there was a message on my phone to say it was him, he had come up on the FIFTH. I felt so bad.
There were definitely some 'crossed wires' there. I was sure it was the fourth, he must have said the fifth. We hadn't exchanged mobile numbers, I could not find his number, the whole thing was a disaster. I have sat in my house for two weeks nearly, but on the day he came I wasn't there.
He had paid money to come the two hundred miles from London to Manchester, expecting to stay the night with me. I wasn't there. I've tried to phone him to apologise but there is no answer. I feel like a right cunt. It's really got me down and I'm sure thats one more friend from my past that is gone forever. (At Christmas, I fell out with my best friend of 25 years, Godfather to my son Joe and the other guy that lived with me and the one I'm writing about now when we were at Uni.) Twenty years ago we were the three amigos. I think I've managed to erase the final trace of that this week.
6 comments:
FatherKrishna I can relate to you're story, just find a way to get in contact with him and be honest. A good fried is a good friend no matter what. I hope when both of you meet again you guys can drink a few beers and remember old times and just have a good time. Cheer up man(the vibes you are emitting seem very sad) these things happen to all of us but things will work out I promise you.
Even being all the way "across the pond", I can tell that you feel like shit.
:(
Like mikey said, get in contact with him. There's GOT to be a way right, especially in this technological world we live in right? When he left the message, he left no way to get a hold of him? Anyway, I'm sure everything will be cool. I hope it is at least.
Cheer up father! :D
Father K, I have nothing more to add on top of what your wise commentators have already said.
So instead I'll send a Sonny Boy hug your way.
*HUG*
Hope you manage to get in contact with both your friends.
Thanks for your kind words guys.
Everything has been said already.
Just keep trying. It's only ever over once you give up.
Koobs
Sorry for being late, Father. That's a fucked up situation indeed, but as everyone said, just try to contact him and explain the situation. If he understands, then it's all fine, and if he doesn't, well, at least you tried...
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