Sometimes things happen to make you sad, and sometimes you are just sad for no discernable reason.
Today has been a difficult day for a dear friend and roommate of mine. She was telling me (via text message on my cell phone) how sad she was feeling (and for very good reasons, even if through no fault of her own). Below is an excerpt from our electronic conversation.
Me: “I don’t want you to be sad because it makes me sad when you are sad. My friends should not ever have to be sad.”
Her: “Well you make me smile and that totally helps.”
Me: “I’m glad I can make you smile. I certainly try. But it is hard sometimes, always being funny and cheerful.”
Her: “Someone has to do it. You can be sad too, and then I can cheer you up.”
Me: “Oh, but I feel that when I am sad no one can reach a hand into the dark chasm I have fallen into. Sometimes I even despair of ever seeing light again. But I always manage to.”
Her: “That is a beautiful description of sadness. Did you write it?”
(She asked this, not because she doesn’t believe in my gifts as a writer but because she knows I am often quoting books and movies and she wants to make sure that I do not try and pass off someone else’s words as my own.)
Me: “Yes, I just did [write it], in describing it to you. I hope it didn’t make you sad again, but I think there is always some sort of beauty in sadness.”
Her: “Wow. That’s deep.”
Me: Yeah.
(Pause of a few minutes, as each of us ponder our own thoughts.)
Me: “So I think my boobs are getting smaller.”
It’s been 5 days since your last post…
That makes me lose sight of the light.
Thanks for commenting on my blog!
Allison
February 4th, 2007