Perspective

I don't know what the reason was, but I was in an awful mood all day today. I think it started when I woke up late. There's a logical explanation for this though--I have my alarm as the chorus from "Bubbly," and the song decided to play a major role in my dream this morning; therefore, my mind couldn't figure out the difference between dream and reality. It chose dream. Anyway, I was in a rush from the beginning. Econ was fine...but English...
We had a debate...on gun control on college campuses. I was on the side against gun control. Normally in a debate, each side has a turn to speak. We tried a new approach for this one. It was called everyone-speak-at-one-time-and-drive-Jennifer-crazy. It worked. Oh and good news--since the debate was such a failure...we get to have another one next week!!

I have half an hour in between English and history. Today I filled that time with Pepsi and M&M's...also known as my drugs and alcohol. I usually only save Pepsi and M&M's for times when I'm really down or really overwhelmed...I guess I was both today. As a result, I became incredibly dizzy and was given a stomach ache that stayed with me through the two hours of history presentations...the dizziness tagged along too.

Work was fine, but I was famished. For some reason, the chocolate and added caffine just didn't cut it. Hmm...

So, like any starved 19-year-old college student who still lives at home, I came home incredibly cranky...and my mom was able to enjoy every aspect...lucky her, I know. Then we fought about the car, and I had a nervous breakdown. (I realized that I'll never be able to afford to live on my own, but that's for a completely different post.)

Therefore, it's only natural that after a day like today, I would put my own cares above everyone else's, and find anyone else's thoughts simply ridiculous and annoying. But then a friend gave me a little perspective:

(Let's call this friend Graham)

Jennifer: he's driving me crazy because
apparently he wants me to know the details of his life

Graham: its ok thats what
friends do

Jennifer: maybe

Graham: no...yes it is

So what? So, "Graham" was right, and he had a fantastic point. Friendship is exactly about telling each other the details. Because sometimes you just have to, or at least you need to, and if you're friend won't listen, who will? And from that short discussion (if you can, in fact, call it a discussion) my whole day was changed, and I was simply thankful for friends...and that's all that seemed to matter. Because who else cares about the details?