sundog

May 19, 2006

Jayden

Filed under: My Life — happychick @ 6.38p05

There's a boy I know, who's name is Jayden. By "I know", I mean, he's an aquaintance. He plays hard-core rock metal for the school band, and dated one of the girls in my class. He's a scary-looking kid, really- one of those "tall, silent and mysterious" guys, if i had to describe him. A bit of a punk/rock guy- one of the few who can pull off the look without appearing to be a moronic tryhard stoner. Last time I spoke with Jayden, he had recently broken up with gf Ashlee (who's a freak- even he could do better), and was living in a homeless shelter for kids.

Tonight he was at my work, sitting there, minding his own business. I always say 'hi' to him- you know, to make him feel 'involved' and shit like that. Well, I went and sat with him today, chatting with him, hanging out, you know… We talked about the homeless shelter, and he told me he'd moved into Kai's house, and was baording there for $100 a week. He's juggling school, band practice and 3 jobs at the moment, keeping himself busy and the like. We talked about Aboriginal people, we talked about drunk Aboriginal people, we talked about drunk people in general. He's really different, though- differnet to who I thought he would be, at least. He was deep. Not depressing, not suicidal- just deep.

I have a problem- I pity people. It's weak, but I cannot help it. And I really pity Jayden. Given a different childhood, given a different family- this kid, he would've grown up to be something. And he will, only his path will be a lot more difficult than my own.

When he left, I was cleaning up, and noticed that he had left his belongings behind- by belongings, I mean a plastic bag full of his schoolwork from the week. A plastic bag. I almost cried. I took the bag home, planning to give it back to him on Monday. I couldn't help myself though- I opened it up. I read his work. He's fricken talented, this kid. The music sheets were the best. The music he plays and the musicians he studies- they're  really symbolic.

"Don't Speak- I know just what you're thinking, and I don't need your reasons- don't tell me cause it hurts"

This guy, this musically talented, intelligent, respectful guy, he goes through so much shit every day that no kid, no-one, should have to put up with. Music is his sanctuary. That much is obvious.

I took the work out and filed it neatly in a display file- I'll  give it back on Monday.

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5 Comments »

  1. Honey I do believe you have given Jayden a precious gift…the gift of your time. We never know what kind of impact a kind word or deed with have on another person. You have a sweet soul.

    Comment by Sandra — May 20, 2006 @ 6.38p05

  2. i understand what you must have felt, i’m a hopeless compassionate fool myself. giving the kid some of your time, meant that you’re not one of those who just feels pity for some people and goes back to their own lives as if nothing happened.
    jst be thankful he has music as his sanctuary and not some other things, you know… 🙂

    Comment by Mayang — May 21, 2006 @ 6.38p05

    • If you think that being compassionate is hopeless and foolish, think again.

      Comment by Anonymous — May 2, 2013 @ 6.38p05

  3. You didn’t pity him, you had compassion for him.
    Pity is wrong happychick, because (by my definition) it involves looking down on people. You wanted better for him and that’s a good thing. Don’t lose your compassion.

    Comment by Mr Angry — May 22, 2006 @ 6.38p05

    • What a hypocritical lie that is. Pity isn’t always wrong. Besides, it’s a synonym for compassion. With compassion, you do more than feel sorry. You help.

      If you ask me, pity doesn’t involve looking down on people. That’s what contempt is.

      Pity is a feeling of sorry that have for someone. Sometimes you have to pity people because I learned in ninth grade that I have to feel sorry for a guy who’s been harassing at certain times.

      If you don’t people to lose compassion, then they shouldn’t lose they’re pity either. And if you want all people to be compassionate, then you have to be the same.

      Comment by Anonymous — May 2, 2013 @ 6.38p05


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