Currently, I’m experiencing a very interesting situation. As I mature, I’m finding that I get more honest with myself, which in turn, almost forces me to be more honest with others. I’ve always been the type to tell the truth, especially to friends and family. In fact, I’ve had people tell me that I’m brutally honest. In other words, I can call a situation and a person as I see it. Better yet, I tend to hurt people’s feelings. Not on purpose. It just happens that way.
The thing is that I’ve been fortunate enough to have people in my life that have given it to me straight up as I’ve needed. I didn’t like it, but I needed it. I still do. During my almost 40 years in this body, I’ve learned and accepted that for some people I’m the villain in their story. Or, a better term would be anti-hero, especially as it pertains to the novel. Ruby, Savannah’s nearly life long best friend, is the anti-hero of her life.
Toward the end of the novel, Ruby takes Savannah out to dinner because she senses that there’s something she’s hiding from her. She also knew about the whole Leah/Rebekah situation. Knowing how Savannah tends to avoid and hide her real feelings, Ruby takes matters into her own hands to try to get Savannah to face her own demons – fear, insecurity, abandonment, and her use of escapism. Savannah would very much be like the one episode of The Golden Girls where Dorothy begins smoking again. She’s asked by the girls what she would like to do all day to which Dorothy responds that she’d like to “sit in a dark room and smoke ten packs of cigarettes”. Dorothy is stressed that Sophia is getting married again, but it takes her a while to admit why she’s really upset. Likewise, Savannah is the same.
Just as Blanche and Rose are there for Dorothy in her time of need, so is Ruby for Savannah. The biggest issue for Savannah is what feels like a role reversal. Although she’s not perfect (obviously), she’s used to being the older, sensible one. The voice of reason. When Ruby becomes that for her, it flips Savannah’s universe on its head. This act of love forces Savannah to admit that she’s not in control of anything, which is something that many of us deal with quite regularly.
So, back to what I stated at the beginning. I’m learning that it’s okay to be the villain or anti-hero in someone else’s story. Whether they heed the advice, or ‘real talk’, is up to them. All I know is that as the creator of my own life story, I’m thankful for the heroes/sheroes as well as the villains/anti-heroes along the way. They’ve shown me where I may still need to grow and how I hope I’ve done the same for others that cross my path (more on that here).