It’s spring, and sometimes those nasty little viruses go around. From spring fever (my favorite) to random little colds (the worst), everyone catches something. I’ve caught something a little different this year – I call it the worrybug. What is this little virus – you ask. Oh, it’s the worst in all the right ways. The worrybug is what I get each year come summertime. I get it for different reasons now than I did in high school, but my object of worry has never changed.
You see, when summertime comes, my best friend of 11 years and I are inherently separated, without fail. So what? – you ask. You see, it’s not that simple. Her and I, we’re quite alike. Crazy family situations, crazy successful, crazy attractive…haha. I’m getting ahead of myself. In all reality, it comes down to some bad blood between our families (my birth family) that always seems to keep us apart.
Why am I talking about it? Well, because if I tell her, she’ll worry about me more, even though I tell her not to. Besides, I love getting my thoughts out to my blog followers – you guys give the best feedback!
First, I need to explain a couple things. This summer is different from previous summers for three main reasons:
- We’re a heck of a lot closer than we were.
- We’re both adults.
- We’re actually “allowed” to communicate with each other.
Also, you see, we promised to be transparent this summer. This means that if we’re struggling, for whatever reason, we’ll tell each other. If we’re hurting, upset, sad, lonely, or even happy, overjoyed, excited, whatever, we’ll share.
Sounds fabulous, right? Lol. Somehow, it’s making me more nervous. This summer, for the first time in history, I cried when we separated for the summer. Cheesy as all get out. Also, this summer, things are a lot different. I pay my own way through life, she’s going to be in school. I’m going to be doing 4,000 things, she’s not playing travel softball. I’m going to be working/researching, she’s going to be stuck with the Crazy Lady.
So why am I so worried? Well. My best friend is really strong. Physically, she’s a beast. Emotionally, she’s a rock. That scares the crap out of me. I know she promised to tell me when she’s hurting, but she knows I’ve got a lot on my plate. I’m scared she’s not going to tell me when she needs me because she doesn’t want to “bother” me. Well dear, here’s the thing – you’re a heck of a lot more important than anything else I’ve got on my plate. Hands down. Additionally, she likes to think she can solve her own problems. Sure, she usually can, but everyone has those days where they just need a shoulder to cry on or someone to tell them everything’s going to be okay. I want to be there for that.
Well, I’m only 500 words into this post and I’m already rambling. Go figure. So what’s the TL;DR of this post? My best friend infected me with the worrybug and no amount of antibiotics is going to cure it.