“Sucks to be Sam”
The title for this post was a thought I had recently while watching an old black-and-white movie, Cheers for Miss Bishop. Miss Bishop was the main character (obviously) and the movie is her reflection back on her life. She was a college student, and then became a teacher at the school she’d attended. Throughout life, she had quite a few suitors, but the one constant man in her life was her friend Sam.
Sam watched out for her. He gave her rides, both in horse-drawn carriages during their younger years and in automobiles in their latter years. He listened to her struggles with relationships and when her sister passed away in childbirth. He repeatedly tried to tell Ella Bishop how he felt about her and that he desired to married her, but she would hear nothing of it. Sam was the ignored and overlooked friend. And as I was watching the movie, I actually stated aloud, “Sucks to be Sam.”
However, I feel like I am often the proverbial Sam. I’ve been the best friend. I’ve been the person that is called on when a task needs to be done because others know that I follow through. I’ve felt as though people couldn’t even see me in a room or hear me when I’m talking. And from that firsthand experience, I still conclude that it sucks to be Sam.
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