If I have ever learned anything from Hugh Grant it is that I
am not an island. In the 2002 adaptation of Nick Hornby’s
About A Boy, Grant, portraying boytoy Will Freeman, famously
uttered, “All men are islands,” and then proceeded to explain how this is the
foundation of his life—of his bachelorhood. He believed that with all of the
conveniences of today’s society that you don’t need anyone or anything else beyond
what you could obtain for yourself—and his character was filthy rich without
needing to work so he had
everything.
Like an island, Will was isolated. He had no desire to settle down—didn’t care
if he had a family and only had a small handful of friends. If it wasn’t on his
island, then he didn’t need it.
I am not an
island and deep down, no one is.
I don’t like to do things by myself. No matter how badly I
want to see a film, I won’t go by myself. I hate even just eating by myself.
And aside from when I lived in a shoebox dorm room, I don’t like being home by
myself for extended periods of time. I need
people in order to function. That is why I struggled a lot in college—I had
friends, but mostly kept to myself in my dorm room writing yet another history
or English paper or reading yet another dull academic writing. When I wasn’t
doing that, I was writing for myself or working (side note: I somehow managed
to finish writing a novel I had started a couple years earlier while
simultaneously working on a massive semester-long research paper). There is a
very small handful of people I met during my time at college who I still keep
in touch with and as much I would often times like to blame someone else, there
is no one to blame but myself.
When I graduated high school, none of my friends really
left. The only one who really moved on had spent the last two years living in
Japan where her dad was working, so it wasn’t much of an adjustment to not
having her around or being able to talk to her often. This was when cell phones
were just starting to become commonplace too and when unlimited text messaging
was a status symbol, so it really wasn’t unusual to us to not see one another
for a few weeks or even talk to each other for that matter. Without cell
phones, the cost of long-distance phone calls was still a concern—something
today’s generation will never understand no matter how many times you try to
explain it.
My two best friends are both younger than me. One just
graduated high school this year and the other will be graduating next spring.
The first one went to school over an hour away and when he left, it was very
strange for me because that was the first time I really had to deal with that.
I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I know I did better than his little sister
though who was already crying even a week before he left. I imagine she wrapped
herself around his leg when it came time to leave.
The other, who was once introduced by a mutual friend of
ours as my “bestest friend ever”, is 7 years, 3 months, and 4 days my junior.
I’ve known him for several years now and have watched him grow up. We’re not
just best friends, but also brothers. Last week he enlisted in the Marines.
I was heartbroken.
After 4 long, stressful months of unemployment and somehow
not once having shed a tear, this was what finally did me in.
He made the decision without talking to me and told me in a less-than-tactful way. He said he was afraid to tell me,
that he didn’t want me to try to talk him out of it. And I understood why. It
wasn’t the first time he had said he was afraid to tell me something. But it
still hurt.
For a long time he had always said that he was going to
eventually leave Ohio, that he did not want to spend the rest of his life in
the rural area he had called home for most of his life. I always hoped that day
wouldn’t come, not wanting to lose my best friend. That maybe he would just end
up at OSU or Wright State and maybe do a semester abroad. I definitely didn’t
want him to move to Florida where he spent his childhood like he had said many
times he wanted to. My real brother lives all the way in Seattle, so I was
counting on my best friend being around to be the cool uncle to my kids when I
eventually have some and to give me nieces and nephews that I didn’t have to
get on a plane to see. I remember once we joked that we would force our kids to
get married so we could finally be real family.
Now there is a date. There is a finite amount of time left
until the day he is officially a Marine and is no longer up the street and
around the corner. August 11, 2015—just 15 days before his 19th
birthday. I have a countdown on my phone for his 21st birthday, but
I’m not sure I can bring myself to set one up for that day. I’m not sure I want
to know how many days are left.
My best friend has always lived within walking distance—even
just across the driveway at one point. It’s not uncommon for him to just
randomly show up at my back door, even at 11:30 at night when he has school the
next morning. We have always done everything together—movies, bowling,
concerts, baseball games, poetry readings, fundraisers, urban exploration
through parts of Columbus where you had better have your car doors locked. I’ve
taught him how to bowl, how to write, how to save money, introduced him to
music he otherwise would have never heard. He taught me how to love baseball,
how to dress nice and properly match my shoes to my outfit, and gave me the
encouragement and confidence I hadn’t really felt from anyone else before to
actually take my writing seriously and share it with a wider audience. We have
made each other a better person.
The idea that all of that might be gone terrifies me.
He has said for a long time that wasn’t going to stay in
Ohio, that he wanted to get out of this small town. I let myself believe that
wasn’t ever going to happen, especially when he started talking about going to
college in Ohio—OSU, Wright State, Kent State. I can’t let myself believe that
anymore now because there is a contract on file with the United States Marine
Corps that says otherwise. I have to allow myself to let go and to him grow
into adulthood and become his own person. For a minimum of four years he will
be in another state or even in another country; I think we’re both hoping for
South Carolina. And for the first twelve weeks of that, we will have next-to-no
communication beyond a pen and paper.
I’m a very sociable person. I like to talk to my best
friends daily, even if it’s just a single text. I know that many times I rely
on my friends too much—something I’ve grown to learn over the years. A lot of
it stems from some mild neurosis from having been betrayed friends in the past,
but I’m learning how to trust again and that the friends I have do genuinely
care about me and will be there when I need them. I’ve been around for a
quarter of a century now, which doesn’t make me old by any means, but in that
times I’ve seen a lot of friends come and go. I’m still friends with a lot of
people I met in elementary school, kindergarten even. And I actually talk to
them regularly and hang out with them, so it’s not like it’s just a friendship
by name. But I’ve had people who have called me their best friend and I’ve
called them my best friend who are no longer a part of my life or are barely a
part of my life anymore—some for good reasons, some for simply just a matter of
growing apart. I guess that is what scares me.
There is nothing scarier than to feel like you’re not in
control of a situation, but it is during that time when we will learn the most
about ourselves.
About A Boy is one
of my favorite books and movies. It follows a bachelor who thinks he has his
entire life figured out until a young boy forces himself and his mother into
it. By the end, Will Freeman discovers that he was missing a family the entire
time, that he wasn’t as happy as he thought he was all on his own. In the
beginning he was an island, but he learns that no one is an island, but rather
part of a chain of islands. The thing is, though, the Earth’s surface is always
shifting—some islands move closer together while others drift further apart. As
the neighboring islands drift, it’s all about what you do to keep in each other’s
sights.