Growing up did you ever read “Alexander And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day“? I distinctly remember sitting criss cross applesauce in between my two best friends while the girl behind me braided my hair as my first grade teacher, Mrs.Talkington, read it aloud to us. I remember thinking Alexander’s day was pretty horrible, as my first grade mind had yet to experience the over dramatization that my now 22 year old mind is capable of creating.
Do you ever just have those days that feel ridiculously awful for no real reason whatsoever? Work was fine, traffic wasn’t unusually bad, my run at the gym felt great but as Taylor Swift would say “#MercuryInRetrograde” because the whole wide world felt backwards and awful. By lunchtime I wanted to throw my half rotten salad across my cubicle, by 2:00pm I wanted to call it a day and my 5:00 when I walked into the Halloween store I was ready to push over the four year old dawdling through the aisles in search of an Elsa crown (luckily the nanny in me reminded me to refrain).
When I pulled into the garage at home I was full on dangerously enraged. Every fiber of my being was angry and the fact that I couldn’t even really pinpoint why escalated my anger even further. Was I angry because I’d put off compiling the pieces of my costume until two days before Halloween (and nothing was working the way I planned)? Was I angry because despite gas prices being at a four year low I’ve been driving a land rover so my gas prices have been at a lifetime high (not that I’m not thankful for such a beautiful car to drive while I’m here)? Was I angry because a certain girl suddenly showed up on a certain boy’s snapchat besties and the crazy jealous psycho in me couldn’t help but stalk her instagram photos and grow even more infuriated because she’s pretty and smart and above all else in Seattle (when I am not)? Or is it something deeper…was I mad because I had built up this beautiful weekend in my mind and it went practically perfectly and now that it’s over I don’t know how to handle it?
Regardless of the cause there was nothing I wanted more than to smash each and every glass object within the house onto the floor and lay sobbing in the shards. Normal people feel that way occasionally right? I am almost 100% sure that had I been home alone I would have done just that. I would have allowed my simmering anger towards nothing (and everything) to overflow and I would have spent the duration of the evening destroying everything in my path like an angry banshee. But I didn’t, and it’s not because of “self control”…whatever that is.
It’s because of Gen. It’s because I’m lucky enough to have the sweetest, most caring roommate/cousin/best friend a girl could ever ask for. I am certain I would have collapsed onto the ground and bawled hysterically but instead she hugged me and told me that I’m not crazy (I am). She offered me ice cream and tortellini and in the end we decided on binge eating chocolate chips and making prank phone calls about neuroscience and the plasticity of the brain to her brother and sister and suddenly my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day got a whole lot better.
I think everyone needs someone to make neuroscience jokes and eat chocolate chips with.
When you find your version of this person, hug them because there are a lot of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days in this universe but there aren’t a lot of people who will tell you they love you more than Taylor Swift, Olivia Pope and Lauren Conrad combined.