Right now, at the time of typing this, facing the east wall in my living room “office”, on my dull gray desk that has the personality of Kim Kardashian on Xanax, I am happy. I have this new flavor of G2– “Raspberry Lemonade”– and I tell ya, what a product they got goin’ on there after a game of basketball when you haven’t played in 18 months. I have a full stomach from the consumption of multiple turkey burgers with the best of company, and the stadium-mustard stains on my shorts to prove it. All the while writing on a glorious machine that makes my brain burst into confetti when I think about the human intellect that went into building it; another reminder of how empty-headed I really am, as Neil deGrasse Tyson has successfully done weekly lately. I guess what I’m sayin’ is, what’s not to like?
If you’ve made it this far, you might’ve rolled your eyes into a permanent state. I would be doing the same. Er, at least another version of myself
might’ve. Just like every person has, I’ve been through some tumultuous times: heartbreak, anxiety, stress, sadness, deaths. So it goes. But I’ve been able to overcome these setbacks to grow, learn and eventually prosper from them. They’ve also presented the chance to write that previous statement, my most cliched yet on Glass Duff. But I’ll be damned if it wadn’t the truth.
I shudder to think where I’d be if it wasn’t for the selfless, caring acts of others during my time in the down and outs that got me through. There are plenty of advices, strategies, and game-plans that one can implement to escape the shackles of glumness. The bulk of the responsibility to defeat dark times is in the hands of the despairee. But you- as a friend, lover, family member, fellow human being- can have such a monumental effect on that person with the most minuscule of gestures; hence, the inspiration for this post.
Recently, a friend of mine was going through a difficult bit of the aforementioned killer “heartbreak.” Without knowing too much, I welcomed her to reach out to me at any point during the hardship if she needed to talk one out. As a week or two passed, and I heard nothing, a sort of omnious feeling presided over me, so I sent over a text to check in. An SMS text message. Three, maybe four words tops. And an even less number of seconds to type. I think it read “How you doin?” This simple motion garnered an unforeseen elated response, to which I reciprocated similar feelings. How could such a simplistic act merit that reaction? As I later found out, it had been a hot minute since anyone had acted as if they gave a damn about her current state. And all I did was virtually say hello.
It’s easy to forget to be a pal, lover, brother, son, or anyone at all with everything in the world that comes at us on a daily basis. I’m imploring you to take 5 and let somebody out there, whether they’re in a rotten place or not, know you’re thinking of them and you give a damn. It won’t take long and it’ll mean more than you know.
As I wrap this up, I’m reminiscent of these simple yet powerful words from one of my favorite twitter dot com follows:
Spoiler alert: everybody wants to be loved and is doing their best to get by.
— Trevor S (@trevso_electric) October 31, 2013
Are you walking hand-in-hand or looking on as they cross alone?