TMJ: I have a close friend who means a lot to me. We went through college together, we’ve lived through some of the best moments together and we definitely survived some of the worst. I love her. But then, lately my other self reminds me– we’ve grown so far apart in our core beliefs that, sometimes, I am embarrassed to be this closely associated with her.
We were always different in our political views, but I think the diversion wasn’t as blatant those days. In college, I identified as a strong ‘independent’. She was a hereditary republican- meaning, her whole family was republican and she just adopted their views. Fair enough, my parents are also republican so I was used to the whole rightwing ideology and for some time, I believed in it too (though honestly, being a republican means something totally different in my country). And, since she hated confrontation, we rarely discussed our political views anyway.
Since then, we got jobs in different cities, got into serious relationships and we moved on in many ways. Personally, I think I finally started to figure out my core values and beliefs. I don’t think I have it all figured out now, but the things I do know are crystal clear. Back then, they were all shades of grey and a string of trial and errors.
I care about immigrants, women rights, the environment and government support for the needy, weak and the helpless. I believe that migration, healthcare and quality education are basic human rights. I think that if you need a license and a background check to do my nails, you should also need one to own a gun. I chose to marry someone of another race and no religion or government could have prevented me from doing that, because I believe that love is love. Call me a bleeding heart liberal, I don’t care. These things are crystal clear to me.
So I want to pull my hair out when I see that my best college friend considers everything core to my being bogus. These are not just political views at this point. These are basic moral principles I call my own. I don’t think I have respect for people who don’t believe in those things, which means I can’t have respect for her. How could I call her my best friend?
On a lighter note, I’ve been hit on today by a CVS cashier, and it was hilarious. He gave me the customer survey receipt pointing out the number to call, and quickly added ‘I can also write my personal cell on the back’. I laughed out loud. This is a story that my college friend would really enjoy. Thus, the split personality disorder continues. One moment I love her, the other, I am embarrassed.
WILT: Lidice massacre: 1942 in Czech Republic, close to Prague. 173 males were brutally shot by the Nazis, one by one. Women were taken to the concentration camps, children suitable for ‘Germanizing’ were sent for adoption by German families, the rest were gassed to death. Most weren’t Jewish; they were murdered because they were Czech.