So one of my roommates is sick right now and she was sick all of Easter break. I feel so bad for her because that sucks. Who wants to sit out during the Easter egg hunt and watch kids who actually fit the age description sprint around looking for eggs? Not my friend Kendra, but she freaking had to. She was poppin’ Dayquil and Claritin while lil’ Sophie was poppin’ Reeces and Snickers.
I thought I was going to sleep in late today, but I woke up a little early. “For Kendra,” said my able body. I headed to Shipley’s and remembered my sweet friend and how she was still a little sick. So, I snagged her a ham and cheese kolache because she loves those things and then I scooted on over to Speight Mart to get her some good drugs, like chest rub, sleep meds, cough drops, etc. When I got back I left them on the counter and went up to my room to start some homework. A little later I got a text from her saying thank you and that I was the coolest person in the world and that I have great style and that if I had another twin it would be Jennifer Aniston and how I didn’t have to go do all that and so on. I read the text and smiled because who wouldn’t love to read those things about themselves, but I also had the thought, “Duh. What are friends for if they aren’t doing friendly things?”
There are so many moments where I find myself elaborately thanking my friends for getting my Sonic because I have no money, or folding my clothes because I had a busy day, or sending me an encouraging text because I got lower than my usual grade of a ninety-eight. And I get it. I get that saying those words is necessary when someone does something for you. I get that. But I also feel slightly annoyed when someone intensely thanks me because it’s almost like saying, “Wow, this is out of the norm so let me say thank you because I am impressed and I feel thankful for you and am shocked you would go out of your way to do such a thing.”
Looking at that thank you text I received after my short little outing made me sort of sad, not because it was bad to send, but because of the words, “You didn’t have to do that!” Are you kidding me? Yes, I did! That’s what friends are for and they are also for…
Getting your sonic when you are poor, even when it is not happy hour. Folding your laundry when you have work, two tests, and a speech. Encouraging you when you are down in the dumps by telling you how much they love you and how much they care about you. Buying those t-shirts you are selling for a mission trip. Telling that one guy how much of a jerk he is and how he is the most unworthy guy for your best friend. (Have fun coaching stupid baseball for the rest of your life.) Comparing you to Jennifer Aniston when you feel unattractive. I could go on … but really I just hope I hear the words “thank you” as much as I say them because that means I’m doing my job -- you know ... as a friend.
Anyway, you're welcome for the Shipley's and drugs Kendra!!!
^ That's Kendra btw.
Also, earlier today I asked her if she thought my snaps were funny.
"I laugh," she said.
What a friend!
