The Business Plan That Had Nothing To Do With Me

An ex-boy-now-a-friend of mine was in town for a visit a couple of months ago and wanted to get together. Last time we saw each other, we were 20 years old and making lots of terrible decisions. As dramaticically driven twenty-somethings do. He ended up moving away for a job, we broke up and eventually lost touch.

During our visit we had a drink, caught up on life and talked about the future. He mentioned that he planned to move home again (my city) and wanted my help re-starting his business. We could be partners. I asked if his live in girlfriend knew about his plans and he said that she did, but that she would never move. It became obvious that they were on the rocks. Like, big rocks.

I figured the move-back-and-start-a-business plan was all just talk. Something we all do when we are looking for an exit from current life circumstances. Even so, we continued to discuss it after he left town. I kept checking on his commitment.

I’m sure you’ll change your mind, I texted.

Not changing my mind!, he texted back.

For weeks we talked logistics, timeframe and long term goals. As excitement grew, I began to think it could possibly work out. I allowed myself a measured amount of enthusiasm regarding the venture because I also knew that people rarely follow through with grand plans. This move-back-and-start-a-business thing was an obvious attempt to escape whatever shitstorm was happening back at his house. So I was playing it by ear.

Then everything went silent. He quit answering my texts.

“I’m not surprised,” my sister said. “People are shitty.”

“I’m not surprised he changed his mind, but I always expected him to tell me when he had,” I replied. “Not just play dead!”

(His sister has confirmed he’s not dead, by the way.)

For whatever reason, he’s not interested in dealing with the situation.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

People do weird things like this all the time. When I was younger, it used to upset me. I would get really wrapped up in figuring out the ‘why’ of it all. I’d take the disappointment personally. But now… now I just feel like people are complicated.

It’s not a personal thing. We all have our reasons. Our fears. Our insecurities. Our baggage. Our enigmatic actions are shaped by our own experiences and usually they have little to do with the people who are left wondering about them.

Making Friends With Football

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If you must know, yes Netflix, I am.

As if it’s any of your business. I don’t need you judging me just because I’ve been watching Friday Night Lights for 10 hours straight. It’s sweet and addictive and I cannot be held responsible. (See also: sabbatical)

I have never understood football—technically or spiritually. And it does seem almost like a religion sometimes. The levels of exaltation and enthusiasm are hard for me to fathom.

“Do you have money on this game?” I would ask hot boyfriend.

“Do you know the guys on this team personally?”

“Do you get a cut of their millions when they win?”

Then I don’t get it.

In case you haven’t watched, Friday Night Lights is set in a small fictional town in Texas called Dillon. High school football is pretty much the center of everyone’s world there. People do not dare be anywhere but the game on Friday nights. The coach gets dirty looks at the Tastee Freeze following a loss. Football players are like royalty.

I started watching Netflix a lot because I canceled our cable (See also: sabbatical). I have never watched a football game in my life, but this show got great reviews. At first I found the emphasis on football to be both annoying and comical. But then they got into the characters lives and I saw how football was woven into relationships, families and futures. I saw how it gave hope and purpose to a lot of kids and parents.

I’m learning so much on my sabbatical!

Percentage I understood the purpose of football before FNL = 0
Percentage I understand it now = 50

I am still not watching the NFL. Unless Kyle Chandler is starring. Sorry, hot boyfriend.