The gang is embarking on another camping adventure in Boondock, PA today for the remainder of the weekend. While I’m reminded of several camping memories from when I was younger, there is one particular incident from a camping trip two summers ago that still affects me as though it happened yesterday: The SSD Voice Mail.
It happened after our first break up. And it was the first time I had heard his voice in a couple months. His message was a ten-minute drunk rambling after his friend’s wedding that insisted that I was “his true love” (in agreement with his friends in the background) and that he would do whatever-it-is to make things up to me.
Being in the middle of nowhere, with limited cell coverage (where I couldn’t listen to the message in its entirety for two more days) turned my world completely upside-down. I had to mentally prepare myself in the car with friends to listen to it. Then, of course, I started to cry because it was everything I had wanted to hear… albeit months too late.
You know the story, if you have paid any attention to my blog. We did eventually get back together — although the long distance was still a factor — he met someone else, and they moved in together. End of story.
Thankfully, I have been able to detach myself from the sad emotions tied to that message. When I see SSD’s name come up now in the new message list, it doesn’t wreck havoc or induce panic, as we have some odd friendship bond again.
But I for whatever reason, while I’m packing up for another weekend in the wilderness, I think about him.
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October 3rd, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Is SSD your “Big”?
October 3rd, 2008 at 9:27 pm
have fun, comrade
October 5th, 2008 at 7:40 am
I haven’t been camping in far too long. I think I should do it sometime soon.
Nostalgia is a tramp.
October 6th, 2008 at 7:22 am
Has remaining friends with SSD provided closure or has it prevented it?
Either way, I hope you had a therapeutic camping trip*
October 6th, 2008 at 7:52 am
Tara - If “Big” is a 30-year-old with an opt-out on a real relationship, then yes, I guess he is. And yes, I will probably always have a soft spot for him.
Matt - so much fun. As per usual.
Lady - camping is good for the soul, but not for the liver.
Kelly - I’m not sure if I have figured that answer out yet.