Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

It's been two weeks since the LA Marathon. And until yesterday, I was *sure* I had escaped the post-marathon funk. I was laughing. I was having fun. For once, there was no letdown cloud hovering around. Yay, right?

Yeah right. *Boom*... yesterday.. the day from hell. Then another rough one today... and to add insult to injury... I locked my keys in my car *both* days. Yes. You read that right. Locked my keys IN. A nice little $40 mistake that left me wondering if early senility is starting to set in.

So... suddenly, I'm not feeling so hot. I melted down a hair yesterday. And felt it coming on again today.

But the full out funk didn't happen. Not today.

Why? Because one of my good friends dragged me from the edge of funky town and forced me to laugh at the absurdity of the past few days. Pointed out just how ridiculous it all really was. And pointed out that before the marathon, I made a promise that I wouldn't have a dramatic meltdown like usual.

A promise. I don't take those lightly and this friend knows it. So pointing it out to me was a reality check. Was it really worth a meltdown? Worth an ass kicking (which is the stated consequence of any drama pulled...)? Worth an argument that would add to an already shitty week?

No. No it isn't. And it really IS funny in retrospect... though I never would have seen that on my own. Nope. My M.O. is to freak out, go straight for the drama, have a meltdown, pick a fight and be a complete bitch. It's a good thing I'm only like that a few times a year...

So, to my dear friend, thank you. And yes- I AM laughing at my bimboness these past two days. Let's hope I don't go for the trifecta. If I do, I will gladly don the Peg Bundy costume and strut around LA in it on my next trip out...

I was put in my place... and I'm glad... but hey, that's what friends are for, right?
1 Response
  1. Glenn Jones Says:

    What? You're really a blonde?