Maybe junior-high-style social drama comes in 15-year cycles? Because I’m nearly 28, and feeling it all over again.
Here’s the setup: when I moved to town last July I made friends with a co-worker (who has since left to work for another company) who convinced me to join a local martial arts club, where he’s an instructor. I needed exercise and something to do in the evenings, so I was happy to join, and happy to have him there as a social connection.
Well, socially the club hasn’t been so hot, for me. There aren’t many people in it, most are out of my social range because they’re undergraduates, others because they’re married with kids. Then, there’s B. She joined around the same time I did–actually, about a month earlier. As a result, she’s always been a rank above me. She’s way bossy. She criticizes technique, which she’s way not supposed to do. She’s also sweet on said friend and former co-worker. She found out pretty early on that he and I are good friends, and got jealous. For months, she was giving both of us the silent treatment, which was fine with me–except when she would silently push and shove me around (literally) when he wasn’t looking.
As a friend, rather than as a member of the dojo, I complained to said friend (maybe I was wrong to think that that distinction could be made). So he knew the situation. B is always careful about behaving herself when he’s looking, though.
A couple of months ago, she started to talk to us again. A month ago, we all went to a sword show in a nearby city, and the three of us ended up in the car together. He picked her up first and dropped her off last. You see where this is going. A couple of weeks ago, I found out that they’ve become friends, and hang out together. Today I found out that she’s dating his roommate (said friend is gay).
I’m hurt. I’m pretty well beyond hurt. He made friends with someone who has actually laid hands on me–someone who goes out of her way to make it unpleasant for me to attend class. Hallmark of said friend is that he can be friends with all kinds of people, and also that he’s a sucker for suck-ups… the situation hasn’t taught me anything new about him, just reinforced what I already knew.
Sigh. So. Time for me to force myself to go to class. Now that she’s practically the third roommate at his house, though, I feel like I’ve lost everything I had–she ranks higher, she gets away with hell, and she’s his personal friend, too.
He’s been making an effort to pay special attention to me, to his credit, and I really appreciate it. But I’m still hurt.
I feel pretty low. Like I said. Junior-high style stuff.