Everyone has bad days. Days when we just feel like there’s no point in living anymore. Days when we eat ice cream while listening to our favorite depressing songs on endless loop. Days when an incident as insignificant as chipping your nail can lead to a series of hysterical sobs.
You know what I’m talking about.
I was having a particularly horrible day not too long ago. It was one of those days when everything had come crashing down at the same time. On top of all my homework and projects, it was a Sunday, which automatically cranks down my level of happiness. My internal teenage roller-coaster was taking a low swoop, and it felt as if my world was crashing down on top of me.
After several hours of feeling sorry for myself, I reached out to my good friend Anna Wright by sending her a text message. The conversation we had via text message was the perfect antidote for my dismal mood.
The only thing that turned my day around was a simple text I got from a good friend. She showered me with praise and compliments, and it was virtually impossible not to break out into a smile while reading through my texts.
That’s when it really hit me, and I realized how important my friends really are to me. They always stand by me when I’m stressing out or on the verge of tears. I can count on them to take me to Panera, help me with my Spanish homework or contemplate the meaning of life with.
If I didn’t have friends, I honestly don’t know what I’d do. If I couldn’t ever share laughs or deep, dark secrets with them, I’d probably be living a sad, flavorless life. Kind of like a hermit crab, only sadder.
I’m really grateful for my friends, but I still feel as though I take them for granted. I know I shouldn’t, but my self-centered subconscious doesn’t allow me to appreciate these important people in my life. It sounds cheesy, but my life wouldn’t be the same without them.
By Afsah Khan