The Long Distance Thing
They say it can’t work. Everyone from
my parents to the girl who cut my hair last week has told me that
long distance relationships are a bad idea. When you’re involved
in one you miss out on so much. And all long distance relationships
are doomed to fail. So turn off your heart, turn on your head and
look for love where you are. That’s what everyone says.
initially, I wasn’t doing the long distance thing. I
left my favorite LSU friend to come to UT and we agreed that to
be “just friends” was the best thing for both of us.
We didn’t want to hold one another back. We didn’t
want to be attached to something so far away. We didn’t think
it was possible either. Besides, we were not in an established
long-term relationship anyway. This little relationship was brand
new. Not more than two weeks old. True, it was preceded by an entire
year of amazing friendship…but the more substantial feelings,
they were relatively new. And the acknowledged reciprocation of
those feelings, well that was brand new. So that was that. Long
distance doesn’t work.
Last weekend I went to Houston to watch
this certain LSU friend’s
brother get married. Okay, enough of this “LSU friend” business…his
name is Mark.
And it was the best weekend of my life. Seriously.
I have never been happier in all of my 18 years than I was those
two days. He
and I are right together. And we both know it. So that’s
it. We’re doing the long distance thing. Seven hours is nothing,
right? The two months in between now and when we can see each other
again, a piece of cake. Last weekend was the best weekend of my
life. And yet, this week was the longest week of my entire UT experience.
I’m sure it was seeing him that made this week seemingly
impossible. Roommate dates an SMU boy out in Dallas. Because
he is only three hours away they see each other far more often
than Mark and I will. And each time she sees him she swears that
the whole homesickness thing comes back. Now I believe her.
the long distance thing bad? I don’t know yet. Am I
saying that it’s making me miserable? Not at all. I’ve
never been happier. True, I miss Mark like crazy, but I did before
this weekend, too. And knowing that he misses me too…well
really a nice thought. Am I missing out on all that college has
to offer? Not at all. I did multiple super fun things with my sorority
sisters this week. Roommate and I hit up two parties this Friday,
and tonight I attended my first ever UT football game where the
Longhorns destroyed the Tulane Green Wave. Take that, Nicholas.
So what does this year hold in store for Brooke and Mark? I don’t
know…we shall see. Perhaps I will become a cautionary tale
of how long distance breaks hearts. But I like to think that instead
I’ll become the exception to the rule…the example that
you’ll point out to your parents when they tell you to break
all ties with “that boy” or “that girl” when
you go off to college. Either way, I’ll be sure to keep you
And I must tell you about the brilliant conclusion
to my amazing weekend with Mark. Roommate picked me up from
(Taking a Greyhound to Houston was quite a harrowing experience
and I don’t recommend it.) And we promptly headed over to
Zilker Park for the last day of Austin City Limits. Yes, I had
three-day passes. Yes, I paid for two days that I wasn’t
there. I hadn’t planned on going to the wedding. But the
$80 was so worth the one day. Ben Harper, Ben Kweller, REM, OAR,
G-Love, Jack Johnson, etc…so much amazing music…and
LIVE! With a crowd full of the weirdest people Austin has to offer.
really is a cool place to live.
But I guess when you go away there
are good days and bad days.
Sometimes it’s fine to be so far away, and it doesn’t
bother me at all.
Sometimes it kills me, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t
do to be home.
Roommate feels the same way.
The other day I was sitting in the
West Mall—the part of
campus where all the little clubs put up informational tables about
what they’re doing right now—and I saw these two girls
walk up to this boy. And the three of them started to talk; they
were obviously old friends. And then three other boys came up and
joined in. And soon enough two more girls showed up. And this little
group talked and laughed together for about five minutes before
people started to take their leave and head off in different directions.
And as I watched I became more and more depressed. I miss my friends.
I miss those relationships that have been established for years
and years. I don’t like being required to make new friends.
the beginning of high school there was safety in numbers. I had
all of my grade school friends with me. I didn’t need any new friends, and therefore I just sat back and was content
with what I had. And new friends came to me. No effort involved.
it is me against the world. Most of the people here already have
friends. They came with them from high school. They don’t
need new friends. They’re the ones sitting back, being content.
I’m the one required to work for their friendship. And I
don’t like it.
True, I am starting to get to know some girls
from my hall and some girls from my sorority. And they’re
all very cool and nice. But they’re not the kinds of friends
that you share inside jokes with. They’re not the kinds of
friends that you can ask to borrow a few bucks from or call at
3 a.m. They’re
acquaintances. I miss having friends. And I miss boys! All of my
life I have had lots and lots of guy friends. I don’t know
ANY guys here. I miss having boys that will run around and play
with me. Girls just don’t know how to have fun like boys
In other news, I’ve taken a few tests
now. Man, college is easy. At least, it would be if I would study.
Pride, man, it’s
killer. Just because you got by without any effort in high school
does NOT mean that the same strategy will work in college. And
now I know this. Too bad I didn’t realize it just a week
before. You go through life thinking you’re pretty smart…and
then you get to college…and wow…you’re really
not…at least, I’m not. Like Roommate said, “I
never realized until now that I am the dumb kid.”
And that gets us pretty
much up to date. The weather in Austin today was beautiful. Roommate
and I spent the day walking up and down Guadalupe shopping. I usually
hate shopping, but these
stores are so cool. Then we drove for what seemed like forever
to get to the Albertson’s, but I would have been content
to just keep on driving. Windows down, Cake blaring on the stereo,
bright sunshine and blue skies…it really was amazing.
we couldn’t drive forever. We had to come back to put
on our burnt orange attire and join the masses of people crowding
into the football stadium. Gosh, I adore football. So we crushed
the poor little Green Wave, and Roommate and I returned to the
dorm for some leftover pizza and the LSU game on ESPN2.
All in all
it was a good night. Tomorrow is Sunday. We’re
going to go eat steak somewhere. We decided that we deserve something
better than the best that the Jester Dorm has to offer. And then
I’ll end the week at 8 o’clock mass at the University
Catholic Center. Mass there is really cool, and at the risk of
boring you to tears if you’ve even read far enough down to
get to this point, I’ll tell you why I love mass at the UCC.
They have a billion people up in the front playing every sort of
instrument you can imagine and the singers are excellent. And they
have this fountain in the back that provides a really great background
of trickling water throughout mass. So far all of the masses I
have attended there have had really interesting homilies, always
a plus. And my favorite part? They use actual unleavened bread
for Communion. It’s so tight. I love it.
So that’s college
life so far. The good days are still outnumbering the bad ones,
so that has to be a good sign, right?
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