I don’t know what to say about my friend at work, whose last day was today. The guy just gets it. Mid-20s, almost scarily intelligent; he can see through all the extraneous bits right to the core essentials of any idea, issue or topic. Insightful, thoughtful…and hilarious. I took to him instantly, and my first impression did not let me down. K came out to me about four months after I met him, and he was my first confidant. He is brilliant at helping me see things through a different perspective. He’s objective, so he calls me on my “bullshit”…and tells me when I should call K on hers. He always tells the truth, so I trust him equally when he’s on my side, or when he says, point-blank, “You fucked up.” (And even then…he’s on my side.)
I keep feeling sorry for myself because I’ve known him for just over a year and a half, and he’s going. I told him I feel I’ve barely scratched the surface with him. You know that analogy of people being like onions? You’re constantly peeling away the layers, and learning more and more? I said I feel I haven’t even peeled off the papery, dry skin yet, to get to the juicy interior. He laughed and said, “There’s really not that much there…I think you’ve seen pretty much all there is, honestly.” I doubt that!
I will miss him terribly, but he’s heading out west to an amazing adventure and a wide-open future. He’s thrilled to be going to live where he’s always dreamed of living, so I have to be happy for him. And I really am. I can’t wait to be able to say, “I knew him when…”.