I FaceTimed with A today after work today. While we were visiting, she witnessed a not-so-rare sighting: Me freaking out when we were hit by a thunderstorm.
Now, a few things to consider: This was the first thunderstorm we’ve had since I moved out of my parents’ house. Also, thunderstorms give me a major case of the heebie-jeebies.
While A and I were talking, I pulled all of our balcony furniture into our living room (“I didn’t realize metal melted in the rain,” was T’s response when she saw what I did), covered up the base of my window with a towel because it wasn’t shut all the way and was letting in water, and discovered that our bath fan was leaking. All while acting calm and poised and trying to have a normal conversation. (Yeah, right.)
That being said, I think I was much calmer than I would’ve been if A and I weren’t talking. She helped keep my mind off the monsoon that was raging outside my bedroom window.
What are friends for?