Do YoU LiKe ScOoBy DoO?

Do YoU LiKe ScOoBy DoO?

I think that, in essence, what makes us human is our ability to change, adapt and move on but ultimately to learn from our past. We are not the kind of beings that are easily able to repeatedly slam our head into a wall, mainly because we have the pain threshold of a teaspoon, but also because it adds nothing to our lives or experiences. Well most of the time.

Sometimes there are exceptions to this rule, and sometimes we are steeped way too deeply in denial to realise the truth of our actions.

I got a second chance, at friendship, and perhaps something more. Once I’d relinquished the belief that Boy and I would eventually find a way, I’d had to move on, adapt and change. Something that came surprisingly easily, all things considered. I won’t bore you with the technicalities of how I met Guy but suffice to say that from the very beginning our relationship was an odd one.

The first conversation we ever had was about Scooby Doo, yes that cartoon character invented by Misters Hannah and Barberera. Well I totally liked him and strangely enough he felt the same. Our entire friendship bordered on obsession though it only lasted about a month, perhaps less. From the word go, Guy and I had an intense relationship that was completely and utterly open and led me to a lifestyle of being co-dependent. Of needing him, all the time, and needless to say he was more than willing to oblige. We started our “thing” shortly after the Valentines Day of my grade 10, when Boy sent my friend (not me) a rose to celebrate the Martyr of Saint Valentine. Read that how you will, I myself am not entirely sure what the implications of that were but perhaps the broken heart I nursed had a part in my reciprocation of his clingy tendencies.

Our relationship crashed and burned about 3 weeks after it started, spiralling downward as fast as it had grown. The first 2 weeks I knew him were a mix of obsession and insecurity. I had a need for a replacement and although Guy wasn’t Boy, he was close enough a substitute. That is how it started.

But somehow along the way my replacement became better than the original. He was perfect in a way I could only imagine. Every word of his almost as though he’d picked them right out of my head. As ridiculous as this may sound, I really did fall in love with him. It was like a fast-forwarded teenage relationship, First the totally obsessive gaga stage, then the realisation that not everything is perfect and then of course the “we need to take a break” stage. Those words are a direct quote from him, saying that he thought it would be better if we didn’t talk for a week. We didn’t talk for two days of that week but my fury was unparalleled. The week ended on my birthday and he tried phoning me more than 3 times as well as messaging to the point where the next time he phoned I threw the phone across the room and left it, still ringing.

That was the tipping point. Somehow, somewhere along the line, we switched places. I thought it might have centred around the first time I met him and how Boy had planned to sabotage our group date but the reality is that somehow he got bored and instead of him vying for attention and affection, it became me. I waited and angst for 6 months over a boy I’d known less than a month. There are just some things that cannot be explained rationally or at all merely because those who experienced them didn’t understand them in the first place.

But I can leave this chapter of my life with this one memory, at some point in my life, there was someone who would phone me at one in the morning just because he didn’t want to say goodnight and use all his airtime talking to me for 2 hours because he wanted to hear my voice. If nothing else I was loved, for a few brief moments, someone cared that much about me. And that is something not many have.