a little help from my friends
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jinianThis is a good thing for me to think about, considering how down I've been lately.
When I was sick and depressed and had to leave Mount Holyoke, I didn't start packing when my mom gave her ultimatum ("Come home or I'm coming to get you. Here's a ticket."). I wasn't thinking clearly, due to illness and denial both, so I took off to spend a week or so with the friends I had at RIT. I'd done no packing, no nothing, I just ran. When I came back, the night before I had to leave (see, I have always had this lack of understanding about how long it takes to pack things), I was surprised and pretty annoyed to find that my roommate had packed pretty much everything for me. It was embarrassing: she wasn't supposed to know what was going on, even though it was probably clear to the whole hall. But when I think back on it, I would have been so screwed if she hadn't helped with that.
Deb helped me on the astoundingly awful move to this place when I'd just met her. She may talk about moving karma all she wants, I say that's sheer helpfulness. (Other helped -- Eli helped A TON -- but Deb was not a close friend yet or anything.)
If I ever need anybody to talk to, people will drop stuff and help me. Sometimes there are things that can't be dropped, but I only ever have to ask two people, and it's almost always one.
Probably the biggest one was when Mario and I were living together after breaking up and miserable with it. He didn't have a lot of money to get a place on his own, and it was easier not to look very hard. My mom and her best friend descended upon him with the classifieds and said, "Here are the apartments we have circled, they are in your price range, we are going now to look at them." And they did. They made sure a lease got signed, and they scheduled with him a time that he would move. Neither he nor I really knew what to do with ourselves during all this, but we packed him up, and he moved out one day while I was at work. They helped him at least as much as they did me. Mario made some huge changes and is now way more happy than while I was dating him, and I am in the best relationship of my life.
When I was sick and depressed and had to leave Mount Holyoke, I didn't start packing when my mom gave her ultimatum ("Come home or I'm coming to get you. Here's a ticket."). I wasn't thinking clearly, due to illness and denial both, so I took off to spend a week or so with the friends I had at RIT. I'd done no packing, no nothing, I just ran. When I came back, the night before I had to leave (see, I have always had this lack of understanding about how long it takes to pack things), I was surprised and pretty annoyed to find that my roommate had packed pretty much everything for me. It was embarrassing: she wasn't supposed to know what was going on, even though it was probably clear to the whole hall. But when I think back on it, I would have been so screwed if she hadn't helped with that.
Deb helped me on the astoundingly awful move to this place when I'd just met her. She may talk about moving karma all she wants, I say that's sheer helpfulness. (Other helped -- Eli helped A TON -- but Deb was not a close friend yet or anything.)
If I ever need anybody to talk to, people will drop stuff and help me. Sometimes there are things that can't be dropped, but I only ever have to ask two people, and it's almost always one.
Probably the biggest one was when Mario and I were living together after breaking up and miserable with it. He didn't have a lot of money to get a place on his own, and it was easier not to look very hard. My mom and her best friend descended upon him with the classifieds and said, "Here are the apartments we have circled, they are in your price range, we are going now to look at them." And they did. They made sure a lease got signed, and they scheduled with him a time that he would move. Neither he nor I really knew what to do with ourselves during all this, but we packed him up, and he moved out one day while I was at work. They helped him at least as much as they did me. Mario made some huge changes and is now way more happy than while I was dating him, and I am in the best relationship of my life.
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Date: 2004-01-17 05:12 pm (UTC)