For My Friend Sara Because Her Day Sucked

I don’t know about other writers on these blogs, but I love the comments I get on mine. I’ve made quite a few friends this way, and developed some rather close relationships, even though I haven’t met any of them in person. I value each one.

Along this winding adventure of blogging, I met Sara towards the beginning, and we’ve become very good friends. There are quite a few things we have in common, including the same kind of abuse as kids, and we struggle with a lot of the same effects that stem from that. What other healthier people would find uncomfortable about our kinds of mood swings or bouts of self-doubt and depression, we find completely normal about each other. There’s something to say for not having to explain some pretty odd reactions to another person. It makes you relax a bit, not always worried that the other person will find you too wacky to hang around with! Built on this bond, we’ve gotten pretty close. She’s helped me through my bad times, and now that I hear she’s had a really crap day, I want to try to repay that kindness.

We’ve come up with some pretty awesome plans for what we’re going to do once we finally make it to the same zip code.

So, in her honor, and to remind her that even though her day blew chunks, she had some pretty cool stuff to look forward to, I’ve put together a little pictorial of our plans.

First, we plan to execute a non-fatal re-enactment of the famous Thelma and Louise cliff scene:

Then, we decided that at some point, we are going to have figured out how to rise about our crappy childhoods and eventually take over the world.

We plan to wear thongs and capes  on our Thelma and Louise non-fatal car accident, and also for our lip-syncing band we are going to start with our friend Anne. Neither of us can sing, and I’m fairly sure my thong days are over, but a promise is a promise. I’ll give you all plenty of warning before this part of the plan is executed so you know to cover your eyes…

 

We’ve started a ton of clubs now, and we are the only members in all of them. So far, no one has asked to join any of them, and we are competing for the Queen of the Knee-Jerk Reaction Award, though I’ve already nailed down the Shortest Separation Award.

I could go on and on…Sara has commented on this website more than anyone else has, and I’m very honored to say that I have a lot of cyber-friends who talk to me regularly. So, the fact that Sara has the most comments is really saying something. Right after I drunk-blogged, she pain-medicated blogged, and wrote me a post AND a poem….Ernest Hemingway, eat your heart out. You’ve been up-staged, my man!

Our latest fun moment was all about Sara holding a pink comb. I so want a pink comb now, just because of that picture. I just adore it!!! But most of all, I just love Sara herself. She’s really smart, strong, complicated, and honest. She makes me laugh all the time, and best of all, she loves me back.

Sorry your day sucked, Sara. I’m praying tomorrow will be exactly the opposite! I love you! 🙂

— Bird