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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Old Buddies

Ya know, I was always the "go-to" girl. The one that everyone would turn to when their regular friends gave up on them. Could have been because I was their "last resort" when they didn't have anyone else to play with, or it may have been because I was comforting. I still always try to comfort my friends in their times of need. Sometimes they may want comforting, sometimes they may not. Usually if they don't, they'll tell me and I'll back off. I've actually had that happen a few times. I can understand someone wanting to wollow in misery for a while. I do it myself sometimes. But when I do, I usually stay off the internet, and watch a movie on TV, or my DVD player, or work on one of my stories. Those are my escapes. I tend to sometimes believe if someone is miserable and they get on the internet and announce it, either they are in need of comfort, or they are fishing for sympathy. One or the other. Though I know those are not always the cases. Could be like me, writing about something that disturbs someone helps them to get over it. That's why I keep my blog.

I remember when I was in 5th grade, I had this friend, named Leisa Belle, she was the first kid I met when I went to my 5th grade class. She was always so funny back then. We were at an age when doing things that I now perceive as disgusting, was funny, and Leisa would do these kind of things a lot. I remember she used to always have some kind of affinity for playing with kids who were much older than we were during recess. I remember one day, her best friend Tina decided she didn't want to be Leisa's best friend anymore. So instead she played with me. I remember while I was playing with her, someone shouted to her that Tina doesn't want to play with her anymore and Leisa responded with "So? I don't care! I don't even like her anymore!" It was hard for me to believe because she and Tina were such good, bosom buddies.

I also remember Leisa was a bit of a crybaby. I remember in my 2nd week in that school, our teacher brought in a gorgeous-looking corn snake to class as a sort of science project. I had always gone out hunting for snakes in those days, but my usual findings were garter snakes. Nothing like this corn snake! That was a beautiful snake! Well, after the snake had been there for a week, the teacher decided to show us how it eats. So, she went to the pet store and bought a little black and white mouse to feed the snake. She gave the whole class an option to either watch the snake feed, or sit quietly at our desks and do something else. Not one single kid in that classroom wanted to sit at their desk. The snake eating was much more interesting! Everyone gathered around the snake's cage and the teacher grabbed a coffee can that had the mouse inside and put the mouse into the snake's cage.

That was not a dumb mouse! He was actually quite intelligent. He knew why he was in there, when he saw the snake curled up on one side of the cage. He paced around, and frolicked a bit on the opposite side of the cage. Most of my own personal experiences with live feeding snakes, and other videos I've seen of it on YouTube, the mouse will actually go right up to the snake and get in it's face. They seem to not understand why they are in the cage with the snake. But this mouse did! It was in the cage for a good 15-20 minutes before the snake finally chased the mouse. The mouse bounded along the edges of the cage to stay one step ahead of the snake. It had a look of fear and horror in it's eyes. It took a huge leap when it felt the snake was too close and the snake would lose the mouse for a few seconds. Then when it smelled the mouse again, it would go in pursuit of it again, and the mouse bounded along the edges of the cage again as fast as it could. This time when the mouse made a huge leap, it hit the top of the cage and knocked it's self a bit unconscious, and laid there for a second with it's eyes half closed. It was still alive though, and this was an opportunity for the snake to close in.

Corn snakes, like boas and pythons, are constrictors, and it quickly wrapped it's self around the mouse and I could actually see it's muscles tighten around the unfortunate mouse's body. I remember the mouse kicked a couple of times, and then fell completely unconscious. I don't know if it died from the constriction or the shock, but it didn't take long for that mouse to give up. I was fascinated by what I was seeing, so were most of the other kids. Leisa was actually the only one who started crying. And she went to the teacher when she did. She didn't want to watch anymore. I was completely used to seeing this kind of drama on TV. While most kids watched Sesame Street and reading The Little Engine That Could, I was watching nature shows and reading books about animals. So I was used to seeing animals killing one another. But I did feel bad that Leisa felt sad. But first and foremost, the snake does have to eat. Just like we do. As bad as one might have felt for the mouse, one has to feel for the snake too. There were even some kids laughing at this spectacle, because back then, kids seeing a mouse defecating on it's self while being squeezed to death was funny to them. Kids will be kids! I even remember one kid jokingly commenting "He squeezed the shit out of him!" I think it was this one boy named Jessie.

You know, I think that's why I feel it is OK to eat meat, because animals do it too, and if it's good enough for them it's good enough for me. That and the fact that I just don't see pigs, cows and chickens as family. Anyway, Leisa and I were not what I considered the "best" of friends, but we did remain friends for the whole year. I actually got more laughs from her other friend, Denise. But Denise was about a year or so younger than me. Leisa and I were about the same age. I think she was slightly older than me though. Leisa also had this boy that she was just crazy about named Ken, and he was a year younger too. I still remember what he looked like. He was short (probably due to his age), had straight, dark hair, and large blue eyes and freckles. He had something of a sense of humor too. What was funny about all this was that Ken actually looked like the Ken dolls, only he was a kid. While Leisa looked somewhat similar to a Barbie doll. The only off thing about Leisa was she had a rather large nose. Not like Barbie's nose at all. Leisa had what can only be described as a classic Roman profile. But everything else about her matched. That is until she cut her hair. She looked different after she cut her hair short, didn't look like herself at all. Took me a while to get used to her looking like that, when I was so much more used to seeing her with long hair and a ponytail.

By the time I got used to Leisa's new look, she was ready to go to another school. I felt terrible when she was getting ready to leave. I didn't think I'd ever see her again. But you know something? I think I was wrong about that! Back in 2001, I took my gang of dogs walking around this lake that was located in this park I used to visit a lot. It was a somewhat overcast day out, but it was rather warm too, which was unusual for that time of the year. Just as I drove up, got my dogs all leashed up, and was about to begin my walk with them, this blond woman, and a dark haired man got out of their car about 100 feet away from me. The woman shouted "You're a sight for sore eyes!" to me. I chuckled a bit and began my walk. I was stopped by this little elderly man whom I think was the woman's father. He fell in love with one of my dogs, a papillon named Lucy. Lucy brought him so much joy, he actually had tears in his eyes. Anyway, I stood there and talked to him for a while, and we were talking about dogs. He told me he used to breed shelties. The whole time I kept thinking about the blond woman and he said that was her daughter. She looked so familiar to me! I didn't say much about that, but the whole time I was talking to her father, I kept thinking about how familiar she looked. Even the young guy she was with looked somewhat familiar to me. Yet I could not quite place them. That is until halfway into the conversation, the father told me that his last name is Belle. THEN I remembered where I'd seen that woman before. When we were little girls. LOL! Then I recognized that classic roman profile of her's! She still had it to this day! That woman had to be Leisa!

Her father was a very nice guy! I liked him. Leisa never did stop to talk to me, so I never mentioned to her, or her father, that she looked familiar to me. I do remember one time when I crossed paths with her and this guy she was with, whom I assumed was Ken, as I was walking around the lake, they both stopped to pet the dogs. But they did not talk to me, though Ken managed a smile at me. I did hear Leisa say to Ken about Lucy, "We've got to see how we can get this dog from her." I just stood silently smiling, thinking "You can offer me $1 million, you still would never get this dog from me!" I didn't say it out loud though. I was waiting for one of them to say something first. I think Leisa did recognize me, but like me just didn't want to say anything. Sometimes I think maybe I should have said something. At least ask if she is the same person. Then at least I would have known for sure. I don't think though that I really needed to ask. My eyes and memory told me she was the same person. She no longer looked like Barbie. She had put on some weight if I remember correctly. But to me, she'll always just be Leisa. Well, that's probably the last time I'll ever see her in my life. But it was kinda cool seeing her just once again. Proves that this world is a small world!

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