Friday, February 04, 2011

The Normal Shit

I spent the last week in the hospital caring for a loved one, and had a little realization that's probably not new or original or particularly unique: in the midst of stressful times, it's the normal shit that makes everything better.

I called a good friend and just listened to him talk about his job and stuff, and talked about what was going on with me, and then about magic and healing, and it was the kind of conversation he and I usually have. It was so normal, and it gave me a little bubble of sanity when everything else in my life seemed upside down.

It was a spontaneous thing, not preplanned to turn out that way. It was almost instinct to reach out and touch someone, it's only in hindsight that I understand what I was doing. I don't know if that kind of thing can be engineered. Personally, even knowing a moment of normalcy will help won't convince me to take that moment when I'm stressed to the gills. It had to be a nearly-unconscious act for it to have diverted my attention from the issues at hand long enough to recharge.

I'm the kind of person that only looks for solutions to the problems when problems are occurring, I have a stress-relief machine I operate in a crisis, and I don't stop to think about taking care of the machine. I just use it to eliminate the stress, to solve the problems. In this case, the machine is me, my thoughts, awareness, as well as my flesh suit I walk around in. Mind of Me and all that resembles it.

But that moment of normalcy with a friend was like giving the machine preventive maintenance, and gave me the boost I needed (without knowing I needed it) to stay the course and get through it in victory.

Uh, so yeah, the point of the post is "it's good to have friends." Friends to do normal shit with.