Sunday, December 11, 2005

Bad Cookies and the Best of Friends

Once upon a time, a long time ago (and by long I mean, 15 hours), Eli7 was deeply, deeply nervous about something she would not find out about until somewhere between 5 and 7 a.m. She was nervous because it mattered to her. A lot. She could not sleep, could not concentrate, could not write her 20-page paper.

Her friend was visiting. Her friend had no connection at all to the thing Eli7 was so stressed out about. Her friend had plans for the next day and no reason to stay up until the wee hours of the morning with Eli7 and another very stressed-out, sleep-deprived person. Her friend had no reason to be baking cookies at 4:30 in the morning. (Note to self: it is a bad idea to bake cookies when you are too tired to follow directions. The cookies will not be good.) Her friend had no reason to be playing Trivial Pursuit at 5:30 in the morning (especially because this particular person loathes Trivial Pursuit). Her friend had no reason to putting up with Eli7's non-sensical rants about how much she hated things she really loved.

But Eli7's friend did all those things. She did them because she loves Eli7. She jumped up and down and screamed with Eli7 at some ungodly hour when Eli7 got the good news. (And then she went to bed.) She did all these things because she loves Eli7. A lot.

I knew that before last night/this morning/I have no clue what day it is anymore, but there are few people in the world who would do that for their friends. There are few people out there who would have put up with the hysterical me that was dominant last night. She did it because she cares. And I love her back. A lot.

6 Comments:

At 12/11/05, 12:30 PM, Blogger Josh said...

For somebody out here, there's nothing like the merging of two abstract blog personalities into one real post. 7, you've wonderfully recreated the complexity of a true friendship. All by summing up a few exhausted hours.

 
At 12/11/05, 2:14 PM, Blogger Devorah said...

Josh - since when are u n Eli& so tight that you can create anickname for her? That's my job!

 
At 12/11/05, 4:33 PM, Blogger Frum Singles said...

I have a great Shidduch for you!


This happens to me all the time. Someone will come over to me and "red" me "great" "attractive" girl etc. I think you get the drift. When I ask if (s)he has seen the girl (or a picture of her) the inevitible response is no.

Now frankly, this is arguably chutzpa and at a minimum a total lack of consideration. Basically, what I am being asked is to gamble my emotions, energy, time (and some money) so that this person may be a "winner" and be able to say that (s)he made a shiduch (and then get a brokerage fee a/k/a "shadchanuus") to boot.

If you you don't know how to cook, you don't belong in the kitchen. If you're not a doctor, you shouldn't have a medical office. If you're not a lawyer, you shouldn't hang out a shingle. AND IF YOU ARE NOT A SHADCHAN, DON"T ACT AS ONE !!!!

 
At 12/11/05, 7:34 PM, Blogger Devorah said...

FS - dude, I think you're losing it. At least your previous pugnacious and pompous comments weren’t such non sequiturs…

 
At 12/14/05, 3:51 PM, Blogger Lvnsm27 said...

Eli7, what a sweet story! Thanks for sharing.

 
At 12/15/05, 1:44 AM, Blogger Pragmatician said...

It's beautiful, indeed good friends have become a rare commodity.

 

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