A night wrecked by a friend who looks like a wreck…
Just was I was settling in to get through the last 5 episodes of a TV show, I was interrupted by a series of quick knocks at my door, “who dares not let me relax,” I muttered angrily as I pulled open the door.
It was none other than my friend, Rachel, and what the hell happened to her face, she look like a wreck – her mascara was running down her cheeks, her eye-shadow was all smudged around her eyes, her nose was redder than a crown on red nose day, and her lips, oh my goodness, don’t get me started on those swollen sausages. “What happened?”
“He…” she sniffed, “dumped…” more sniffing, “me…” she finished exploding into a loud dramatic sob that I doubt was accompanied by tears.
I wrapped my arms around her like a good friend, at least that’s what I think I’m trying to be, “here, here,” I consoled as she sobbed into my comfy cotton t-shirt. So much for a night in, I thought, wrecked by the hot mess that is my friend, Rachel.
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Poor Rachel 🙁 I also feel for the narrator – having relaxation time interrupted is definitely frustrating.
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I guess friendship is sometimes more important.
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It definitely is. Momentary frustration is certainly forgotten once the focus is switched to a friend’s needs.
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It is good she received her friend Rachel in even though she wasn’t quite finished watching those last five episodes.
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Yeah, it’s good she has a friend.
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Getting dumped always requires a friend’s shoulder and consoling hug. Takes away the pain if just for a second. Rachel has a good friend.
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I agree, she has a good friend.
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May she come to see she’s better off this way.
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Yes, may she see this.
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