Jul 15, 2007 01:08
Only a really good friend could risk it and call at midnight to say, "I just read something in the bible about having friends and I wanted to call you."
Just to listen to a friend whine and cry about her petty problems that aren't real anyway. Just to quietly listen to the made-up monsters in her friend's mind.
And finally be the one that makes sense. The one that says something that even the lowest of self-pitying mind-games can't argue with or deny.
The only one who can say "get over it" without being insensitive and "I completely hear what you are saying and feel your pain" without coddling. And to manage it in the same phone call...that's what a really good friend does.
Yet another late night for me tonight, but this time it's not because I'm being tormented by lies and hate floating though my disquieted braincells. Tonight it's because I was spending time with friends, celebrating the things in my life that make it worth it.
The things that don't require anyone's approval for me to know I have something worth having and giving and sharing and being.
One day at a time. That's all I can do for now. And so far, this one worked fine.