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I miss you like a hole in the head

by Elisa on March 3, 2010

in friends

Ooh, do you miss me like a hole in the head?

Because I do

And it’s cool

And ooh, I bet you never thought I’d get out of bed

Because of you

Such a fool

- Sugababes, “Hole in the head”

I was listening to this song on the radio yesterday, and it made me think of a friend. A friend who is really supportive, a loving mom and just an all-around lovely, fun, hard-working, decent person. A friend who is going through a divorce right now.

The details are not mine to share, but let’s just say I’m mad. I’m mad because she doesn’t deserve this, because she always put her family first and now she is getting screwed.
I’m mad because I don’t know how to help, other than putting a contract out on a couple of people who are really behaving like scum (and obviously I’m not about to do that.)
I’m mad because she is hurting so bad right now, she can’t see how much better off she is.
I’m mad because when my friends or anyone I care for hurts, I hurt for and with them, and for a time I truly despise whoever is causing the hurt.
I’m mad because I have been so absorbed in my own stuff that I haven’t been in touch with my friend for over 2 months, and the first conversation we had after 2 months was about this horrible thing that’s happening in her life, and how brokenhearted she is.

So basically, I’m kind of mad.

What do you tell someone who is going through that? He’s SO not worthy of your tears may be true, but I doubt it’ll make her feel better.

She always tells me she loves how I can make fun of stuff instead of getting all drama queen about it, how even when something sucks I manage to somehow make it sound ridiculous. She said she wished she could do that now. So it made me think that maybe making her a mixed CD of girl power/upbeat breakup songs might make her laugh. But then I stopped, because I don’t want her to think I’m trivializing this.

Also, because I was lucky enough not to have a breakup for a long time, I realize I may be approaching this in a really immature way, the way I might have handled it when I last broke up with someone. But I still remember that so clearly, too clearly in fact. And I remember what songs I listened to, because for a long time those songs reminded me of a certain person.

On top of the list was, of course, You oughta know by Alanis Morrisette. I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in that one. Raise your hand if you ever sang along with Alanis, getting angry all over about… you know, bad relationship stuff. And certainly, being mad about it is better than getting mopey about it. Just as long as you keep your temper in check of course. And if you have trouble doing that… well, that’s when i found kickboxing ;-) (A girl needs an outlet, n’est-ce pas?)

Don’t speak by No Doubt also featured fairly heavily, but as I said, I preferred the angry mood to the mopey mood, so I tried to stick to songs that made me feel like I was telling the guy to get lost.

Do you think music helps when you are dealing with something like this? Or does it make things worse? What’s the best breakup song, or the one you remember the most?

Come on, spill. You know we’ve all been there at some point.

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One half of The Twisted Sisters

by Elisa on January 31, 2010

in friends,ramblings

Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? If you do, you’ll know exactly what I’m referring to. If not, please bear with me, I’ll make my point in a second.

I haven’t been watching much TV lately. When I’m feeling lonely or sorry for myself, I tend to avoid real people and instead spend some time as a TV-addicted hermit. (And yes, I do realize that sounds pathetic – bite me .)

I’ve been so busy organizing book swaps and contacting local boutique owners and looking into the Zurich event calendar and reading books the Book Bitch helped me select and doing anything else I could think of to create a life for me here that would keep me happy and satisfied and full-immersion into the good place and away from the bad place, that I haven’t gotten my usual dose of ABC junk (ok, maybe just light-weight) TV.

So I started watching last week’s episode, and I found myself watching Christina debate whether she’d choose love or surgery if she was faced with that kind of choice. And Meredith tells her something like: “Listen to me. This is NOT the kind of thing you talk about. It’s like telling someone their baby is ugly: the mom knows it, you know it, but it’s not the kind of thing you say out loud. Christina, this  love-or-surgery thing – I get it, and you can talk about it with me – but this isn’t the thing you can talk about with people.” and then Hunt calling Christina and Meredith “The Twisted Sisters”. Why am I even talking about this? It’s a TV series, for goodness’ sake. It’s just so random and completely irrelevant to real life, ins’t it?

This is all fiction, sure. But it’s not random. And it’s not irrelevant when you know exactly what it’s like.
What it’s like to have a friend you can share the best things with, but also the worst things.
Someone who likes you for your good traits, but also fro your bad ones.
Someone who doesn’t just tolerate it when you are obnoxious, but who can and will be obnoxious right along with you. Not to hurt other people, never to be mean to others. But we all have good and bad in us, light and dark. And no matter how much we try to be good, and how successful we might be at it, sometimes the dark peeks through. The insane, the neurotic, the lazy, the bratty part of you.

And I know what it’s like to be one half of your very own Twisted Sisters.

It’s refreshing, to be able to be that honest and open with someone.
It’s freeing, not to ever have to put on a facade, not even when you are at your worst, so far off from your usual self that you avoid others to avoid having to fake being normal.
It’s also fun sometimes, when you feel less than virtuous, less than efficient, and so far from perfect that it’s nothing but an impossibly tiny dot to you – it can be fun to have someone who feels like that to, who gets it, who can crack jokes about it, and all of a sudden the bad stuff is all a laughing matter.

And yet sometimes that relationship can turn on you. Because that unspoken rule about being always yourself with that person can be a double-edged sword. And the relationship can reach a point where you get so stuck accepting the quirks and bad moods and negative, that you no longer motivate each other to snap out of it. And you need to do that.

Because if a friend tells you to snap out of it is not with judgment, it’s not with dislike.
You need to do that, because if a friend can’t do that, then who else can?
You need to do that because it’s your duty as a friend.
And you, the other side, need to accept it and not take it as an attack. Because if a friend goes as far as saying something like that to you, telling you to snap out if it (even if they use different words), then it really needs to be said.

I’ve been on both ends. And I can tell you, if you value your friendship, and the other half of your Twisted Sisters duo, you need to be able to call your friend out on their crap. And you need to be able to take, it too. And then you can keep being obnoxious and inspiring and fun and supportive and neurotic together.

And if you don’t know what I’m talking about… may you also find your own twisted sister ;-)

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