The Dumpster

Sidekick

I am a sidekick. I said it. The terrible, rotten truth is revealed. Or is it?

I was raised an only child. I always thought the rumors of us being selfish were true. I always assumed. I never realized that I’ve never really cared for myself. In fact, I care for the needs of others more than my own.

I recently made a friend that pointed out this undeniable truth. It ruffled them up and they couldn’t understand why I did it. Neither could I.

In the past I had a best friend. I loved her like blood, and she meant the world to me. She still does. She had a habit of disappearing on me. First with a boy, then a new best friend, then moving out of state. She only talks to me when she’s in a bad place. She’s moved on. I doubt she ever considers me. She has a new best friend. She’s getting married. And I can’t be more proud.

One of my friends and I have an interesting relationship. We have confessed feelings for each other, but we both know it won’t work out. He loves his ex still. They broke up on good terms and are best friends now. There’s something tangible about them or what they used to be. He wanted to marry her. It makes me cry. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m happy. I’m happy that someone I know has felt something so profound. I’m happy for them, because I am a friend above everything else.

I am a sidekick. My purpose is to support, and to love. And I try my best. Sometimes it makes me dreadfully sad. But I’m an easy come, easy go type of person. In the end, I’m happy.

I am a sidekick. I struggle with self worth and self confidence and self. Helping others makes me feel something. Like I am important.

I am a sidekick. And I derive happiness from the success of those closest to me. Because their happiness means the world to me. I wish they would know. I’d cut off a limb to help them. I love them.

I am a sidekick and my purpose is to help others, so they won’t be like me.

I know this may sound sad, but it’s my reality. And I’m quite content with it despite how many times I’ve been let down. I’m too nice, I think. But that’s okay.