Come on... yell it out with me.
GHOSTBUSTERS!
Or when you don't have their number, or the emergency really isn't that dire, call the one guy's number that you have in your phone.
I really was in need of help yesterday. I've been struggling the past few days (a 13,000 word dissertation can do that to you) and it built up to an explosive amount of emotion that detonated last night. It was messy--tears galore, red eyes, tissues, and my poor, newly washed pillowcase received the brunt of the damage.
I sent one helpless text, pleading that its owner would be awake. I waited as time slowly crawled by... no response. And then, when all hope was lost, the annoying buzzing of my cheap phone went off.
The next thing I know, two of my friends are standing there, concerned looks on their faces.
Sidenote: I had previously told one of them that I had an ex that cried a lot. He told me that didn't seem like a good fit, since I don't appear to be the kind of girl that cries. I had confirmed his guess and now, here I was, having clearly bawled my eyes out for a good hour. Haha. So much for appearing to be strong and putting on a brave face.
But they were so nice and genuinely concerned about me. They gave me a blessing, then gave me hugs and I felt at peace. I felt my emotions check out at the door when they did (granted, I still couldn't sleep... but as they say in French... C'est la vie!)
I am so grateful for these people. Seriously, they are amazing.
Again, right there with ya. Proposition: major celebration when we get through this. Thoughts?
ReplyDeleteHear hear! Although, my brain power is limited... so give me time to think about what is the best way to celebrate :)
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry IT hit you. I’ve been there and I can say it passes - one word becomes a hundred, becomes a thousand, and then a thousand words begin to look real small and take nearly no time at all, and it all starts to whittle away.
ReplyDeletesee you on the other side
p.s. it can help to be forcibly locked in the room