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Ba Da Da Du
Ba Da Da Du. The term reverberates through my brain like a thought I had decades ago that keeps bouncing back into the foreground long enough for me to contemplate its meaning. To the average person “ Ba Da Da Du” is gibberish, but to me it has a much deeper significance. To really find the truth behind it I had to think back to the beginning of my thought process; to the first thing I recollect from my childhood. I woke up that morning about 10 years old and I had no idea who I wanted to be. Every day my life goal changed. I wanted to be a singer, then a basketball player, and at one point I wanted to ride horses. None of those options really fit my personality, so I kept thinking.
It took until the ripe age of about fourteen or fifteen before I finally started to grasp a concept of my future. I was in high school at the time, and I was love struck by a girl in my chemistry class. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She was my first “real” crush, and at the time all I wanted to do was wake up next to her. She didn’t notice me at first though, so for a year or two I just sat on the sidelines hoping she would glance over at me for our eyes to meet, and she would feel the same spark I felt every time she walked in the room. One day I finally had my chance when our English teacher put us in the same group for a book project. I pushed through my nervousness and started a conversation, and we immediately hit it off. We had three weeks to work on the book project, so we had to spend some time together outside of school to get it done…oh and two other people were in our group as well, but they are basically loose baggage in this story. I don’t even remember their names at this point.
ANYWAY the first time we met after school to work on the book project we decided to go to the mall’s food court. I knew when I woke up that day I would be the guy who went along with her. We were truly hitting it off. Aside from our mutual love of literature, we basically had the same general personality. We went together like a black turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. Our project was finished within a couple of hours of the first project meeting (no thanks to the two other nameless people. Congrats on the free A). Afterwards, she and I walked around the mall for a few hours talking about ourselves, and life in general. She struggled with a lack of purpose, much like me. Her ambition was to be a soccer player, but a severe knee injury ruined that dream.
After that day at the mall we spent every day together for the remainder of our grade schooling. We always ate lunch together, tried to take the same classes, joined the same extra-curricular clubs (debate club champs of 2008), and even went to all of the same social gatherings and parties outside of school. Every moment I spent with her my infatuation grew and I really wanted to tell her, but I was scared. Every party we went to, if I got drunk I just wanted to get drunk next to her. Even when I was an idiot and put my foot in my mouth when I spoke, I wanted to do that with her.
The unfortunate law of the world is that nothing is perfect, and nothing good (or bad) lasts forever. During our senior year we both got accepted to the same university. I was going to study Computers, and she wanted to be a Pharmacy Tech. We both finally had a general understanding of what we wanted to do with ourselves, and we were going to help each other achieve those goals. But like I said, nothing good can last forever. On the last day of senior year, she came to me with sorrow in her eyes and explained that she got a full ride acceptance to an amazing college accompanied by an internship for her field across the country. It was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, which I understood, but I was still sad that my best friend would be five hundred miles away from me. We graduated that summer and said our solemn goodbyes as we parted ways to fulfill our goals.
During all four years of college, every chance I got I would go to see her five hundred miles away. I told myself I had to, even if I had to walk it, to keep our friendship alive. I couldn’t just lose her to distance. She was too important to me. Some weekends I would make my trip out there directly after a long day of classes or work, and once I arrived I basically fell over from exhaustion. I always woke up on her couch with a blanket draped over me and a glass of water on the table next to me. My feelings for her escalated more and more as time went on, and I knew it was time I told her the feelings I had kept bottled up for so many years, if they weren’t already painfully obvious.
I graduated college way before her, mainly because Pharm Tech School is a much longer degree program. For my Computer studies I mainly just had to learn how to tell clients how to restart their PCs and instruct them not to shove things in ports that don’t belong there. She showed up at my graduation unexpectedly which brightened my already bright day even more. After the ceremony we went out to dinner, just the two of us. I told myself this was my chance to spill all of the beans and let her know I was madly in love with her. I just didn’t know how to phrase it. Dinner was silent for the most part. She had a worried look on her face, which made me more worried. I was still building up the courage to tell her I loved her when she told me she wanted to talk to me. Everything I was preparing myself to tell her came flooding out of her mouth to me. She adored me the same way I adored her, she was scared to lose me when we went to different schools, and she wanted us to be closer than we already were. All I could do was smile.
We spent an amazing night together that night, and the next day we decided to make our newfound relationship last as long as possible long distance. I told her I would go one thousand miles to see her if I had to. From that moment on, every day I worked, I worked hard for her. When I got paid from all of that hard work, I used almost every penny to see her, and to pamper her as much as I felt she deserved. In my eyes, the place I was living was not my home. Every trip I made to see her felt like the drive home from a long day. I was crazy about her. I wanted to be the man who grew old with her.
For our one year anniversary I wanted to give her an amazing, elegant gift to show how much she means to me. I scoured the internet and ever mall for miles trying to find the perfect thing, to no avail. That weekend at the end of my five hundred mile trek to see her, I stopped and got a pizza for us to scarf down while we watched a movie or something. When I showed up at her apartment, pizza in hand, I apologized for not having a “real” anniversary gift. She took the pizza out of my hand, smiled, and reminded me the key to every girl’s heart is food. Apparently she also had a difficult time finding a gift for me. We both wanted our gifts to be perfect and magnificent (like I said we have matching personalities). She handed me a jewelry box, and when I opened it there was a bead bracelet. The four beads on the bracelet said Ba Da Da Du. I asked her what it meant, but there was no complete answer. The person who sold it said it was the last four beads they had, and my lovely girlfriend was in a rush to get me a gift so she bought it. She was worried I didn’t like it because it was not relevant to our lives whatsoever, but I adored it. Because it didn’t have a meaning, we could just make our own.
So that’s what we did. When we needed any sort of motivation it was Ba Da Da Du. When work was long and we just wanted to go home and wash the day off of us, Ba Da Da Du meant “don’t sweat the small stuff”. When money was tight, Ba Da Da Du reminded us we needed to treat ourselves. When we were five hundred miles apart, Ba Da Da Du reminded me she will always be there waiting for me when I go home. Ba Da Da Du is happiness. Ba Da Da Du gives us hope for the future. Ba Da Da Du is the push I needed sometimes to go five hundred miles, or even five hundred more. I would walk one thousand miles if I had to, just to be at her door.
Push up or shut up. 🤙🏽 Why is it so dang cold in Wisco right now?! My lungs hurt. . . . . . . #workout #fitness #garageworkouts #pushups @kane_martinson #myarmsaretired #morepushupstocome #500more #hadtojumpropeinbetween
me at school
