Reminiscences

A couple of days ago, a friend who doesn’t know me very well, yet whom I consider an honour to call a friend regardless, asked me how I was doing.

“Getting along I suppose,” was my answer.

To which he replied, “The Annie I know doesn’t just get along. She makes things work and has a hell of a time doing it.”

Again, I reiterate that this person and I really aren’t all that close but more than an observation on his part, it served as a reminder for me.

Five minutes later, another phone call came through from another friend, this time asking me to be ready for a movie across town starting in 5 minutes. It was a quarter to midnight, and I was half asleep but the timing couldn’t have been any better. I think that sometimes, people show up just when you need them to and tell you just what you need to hear and realize no matter how you much you think you know and how little you think it would matter.

The movie, Twilight, was fantastic although the book was of course better. What made the difference were the two conversations that came after from two people I might not see in a very long while. For now that verbal intercourse might have come as close as possible to the Prozac (minus the bloating) I so yearned for a while ago.

I may not know the answers yet, but somehow, I’ve been convinced that I just might some day. It may not be that thought that keeps me going, but the optimism that other people have in the same pursuit and the conviction of the same ideals that will. There may not be inherent goodness in every one, but it is there in some.

Knowing that, and living up to it will keep me sane, alive and maybe even happy for now. At least till I start pms-ing anyway and my sanity comes into question and that inexplicable pain becomes unbearable again. Those bloody hormones will have to take the brunt for that.