Contacts

I helped my friend Dawn Schaefer (name changed to protect the innocent) with a Disability Caucus this past weekend. There where burgers to eat, items on the auction table to be bid on, and contacts to be made. I talked about healthcare, sat by the creek, and talked with my friend Melanie about room mating with other people outside of college.
However, like milk that's been left out for too long, things started to turn sour at the end. Dawn needed Brian, a fellow volunteer to return some things they used at the picnic, and in order to do that Brian needed gas for his car WarBitch. But Dawn did not seem happy when her husband Jerry was giving Brian five dollars for gas. Dawn, for some reason was also not too happy when Brian offered to take Melanie and I home so the Schaefers could save a trip to Yakima.
So, I ended up leaving the picnic full of food, and confusion. Now because of that, and the fact the Schaefer’s always seem to be short of cash whenever they come to town, my mom and Teresa think I should just cut ties with them completely. Now, I have to decide if I want to cut ties or continue my friendship with the Schaefer household. If you know me, you know I hate having to make those kinds of decisions. I love making friends, and meeting new people. So, it is always hard for me to decide when it is time to break ties with someone. To me it’s like going to the dentist. I know I have to, even though I really don’t want to.
However, the Schaefer’s seem to care more about what people can do for them, who they know, and who you know. On the other hand, I have had the opportunity to work, play, and live with one of my best friends before I graduated from school. Our friendship has somehow survived my mood swings, feeble attempts at dating, our different living styles, and me traveling to Florida, England, and France. I think it has survived the test of time so far because I know we just want each other to be the best we can be, not because of our connections, and I just can’t settle for anything less. Contacts come and go, but true friends are worth holding on to. After all, friends have seen you fall on your face, and still choose to be associated with you.