Thursday, May 17, 2012

My friend Doug

This is a story about a friend of mine from college named "Doug." The story has no moral, but I've always found it kind of interesting and somehow it seems relevant right now. (Some of the details have been changed.)

At one point, I considered Doug one of my very good friends. He was a really cool, fun, funny guy. He always made me laugh. One night when he was drunk, he peed in the sink of our dorm common room on a dare (or maybe there wasn't a dare and he just had to pee). We weren't the kind of friends who used to have deep discussions about our feelings, mostly just bitching about classes or talking about our crushes, plus we hung out in the same Circle of Nerds.

During our sophomore year, one of our beloved professors died. He was fairly young and it was sudden and tragic. Doug sent out the following email to all our friends:

I know it's tragic that Dr. Goldberg died, but what's even more tragic is that because he's Jewish, he'll be going to hell.

This was not a joke. He really meant it. This was pretty much the opposite of what a bunch of grieving students wanted to hear. We were pretty pissed off, but eventually, it was forgotten.

A year later, Doug abruptly decided he didn't want to be part of our circle of friends anymore due to our excessive partying. (We did party, but not that hard. Believe me. I mean, we were a bunch of geeks.) He joined a Christian group at our school. He called me one day and said he wanted to get together and I agreed:

Doug: "Fizzy, I'm worried about you. It seems like you drink a lot of alcohol, go to a lot of parties, and hook up with a lot of guys."

Me: "Yeah, I wish."

Doug: "I'm serious. You need to change your life and stop partying so much."

Ah college, how I miss you.

In any case, I didn't really have much contact with Doug after that, for obvious reasons.

I heard these crazy rumors about Doug after college. Like that someone ran into him and his hair was dyed pink. But I never actually talked to him directly.

A few years ago, Doug friended me on Facebook. At first, I thought it was a joke profile someone had made to mock him, because it said he was in a committed relationship with another man. But it turned out to be him. And his profile picture is now a photo of him posing with Barack Obama.

12 comments:

  1. Sounds like Doug had an actual revelation.

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  2. Wait! Barack Obama is gay?

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    1. Apparently, he's the first gay President. Which makes sense, since Clinton was the first black President.

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  3. People struggling with their identities often do crazy and radical things until they figure it out.

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  4. Good Jews don't believe in Hell.. or the Devil. Those are pagan Zoroastrian concepts that some pick up from the Babylonian exile and the Jesus followers picked up on it and wove it a part into the mythology of the religion. But Hell and the Devil is not actually in the Torah in the original Hebrew bible. It is in the Christian versions but not the Jewish ones.

    Doug sounds like a bit of a dick that should think about what he is going to say before he opens his mouth. Did he make it to medical school?

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    1. Erm Jacob? as a practicing pagan, there is no devil in my faith. Please don't confuse paganism and Zoroastrism.

      I've noticed a lot of gay people have trouble with it initally - and seem to try and vehemently deny what they are by swinging the opposite direction.

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  5. Also when you knew Doug in college he was right at the age when the onset of schizophrenia typically hits. Right? I hope he is OK.

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    1. Oh no, he wasn't schizophrenic. He was just struggling with his homosexuality.

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  6. Sounds like classic reaction formation (I'm studying for Step 1).

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  7. Heh!

    I worked with a guy I readily accepted as gay. I mean, my 'gaydar' was on high. No biggie, I was married and he was funny and a great co-worker. My world was rocked rather heavily when he was absent for a while and another colleague explained that he had JUST realized he was gay and had moved in with a boyfriend in a hipster-y neighborhood and was suffering the wrath of his very traditional family. He could have been Doug, for all I know. In other words, I could have misunderstood/misread him, based on his self perception, from the day I met him (and maybe others did, too), but he himself had no idea why, and that would certainly lead to some identity issues.

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  8. Funny isn't it. Many, many years ago a good theater friend (and conservative christian) and i were appearing in an AIDs awareness play. He said, "I'm straight. Can I hang out with you so the other guys don't hit on me?" I told him of course, but they wouldn't bother him. and they didn't. Instead they worried incessantly about how "closeted" he was. And he WAS closeted. He wound up forming a fast friendship with one of the older men who was absolutely instrumental in helping him when he finally came out.
    Ah the lies we tell ourselves when we try to deny who we really are...

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