Burying the Original Hatchet

Day 27 of My 300 Words for 30 Days Challenge

“You are so fucking fake, Miller.” The words completely changed the tone of a jovial, drunken night out on the town.

I had been throwing back $1.25 mugs of Miller Lite on a Saturday night at one of my favorite college bars. Those words were said to me by one of my best friends from my childhood, a guy whose basement I practically lived in after school, and someone who had still been one of my best friends up until our Freshman year of college when we started to drift apart. The words were a response to me saying, “Hey, it’s great to see you.”

From that point forward, there were no attempts on my end to try to repair the friendship that was already falling apart. Years later, he made some attempts to reach out but I was too cynical and still holding a grudge over those words. The thing about it, which I can admit at this stage of my life, is that he was 100% right. I was being fake and I’m a really bad actor.

The night I bumped into him at that college bar, I was NOT thinking it was great to see him. What was actually going through my head as I plastered on a fake, cheesy smile was something like “Shit, I really wish I hadn’t bumped into you because I’m having fun and I don’t feel like having a conversation about time being a man-made construct or whatever bullshit you’re on…