It’s hard to lose a friend. Someone who has been close to you the better part of your life. Someone you counted on and trusted. Yes, it is sad. And it is a loss. And I’ll never understand the Power Of Why.
The force that drove us apart was not as final as death, or as devastating as hearing the irretrievable verbally thrown at you. The force is now caused by a man made invention called golf.
I’m not the only person in the world who does not play golf. The draw the game has on thousands of people around the world is hard for me to understand. As one who was never bitten by the golfing bug I just doesn’t get it. The all-encompassing time it takes to become a good golfer is even harder to understand. No time to go for a hike, see a movie, chat over lunch.
“My golfing partner needs me for a foursome that day.”
“I scheduled a golf lesson that day.”
My golfing friend has made many new friends who love golf and play it almost to the exclusion of anything else. They even plan vacations around where the good golf courses are. As bored as I am listening to them discuss putters, choppers and drivers is how bored they must be listening to me talk about lectures, plays or books.
We once shared many interests, and while my interests have broadened, hers have shrunken into a four letter word starting with “G.”
I haven’t felt this rejected since the time I was 11 and told by an older, sophisticated woman of 12,
“Please stop hanging out with me and my friends. We have nothing in common any more; you don’t like boys like we do.” She really meant “You don’t like chasing boys the way we do.” These friends had become man-hungry pre-teens. And now I’m getting the same treatment from a friend because I don’t play golf.
Is that fair? “Who said life is fair?”
Is that right? “Are you now presuming to judge right from wrong?”
Is that insulting? “Only if you allow yourself to feel insulted.”
Thank you, oh guru, for your kind, reassuring words of wisdom.
But if you’re so smart why didn’t you ever learn to play golf?