For a good night's sleep, if nothing else!

An anonymous comment on this extremely private blog had this message in response to one of my vents recently:

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

The reader believed it was a quote from Mother Teresa. As far as I remember, I had read that on a poster on my roomie's wardrobe, but they prolly forgot to thank Mother Teresa, so never mind that. I digress. Basically, the point of putting that up bold and clear here on front page today, was because I did just that today. And I know, the person in question is an extremely fickle tempered soul who may not even care to say thank you, or remember what happened today. But I did what I had to.

You could, on one hand, call me a push over, call me someone who'll never learn, call me an emotional fool or whatever. On the other hand, you could just call me a good friend. the kind who sticks by her friends when they need her. the kind who doesn't need the friend to spell it out loud that they need help. the kind who won't mind going that extra mile, even if it meant no good night's sleep before that all-so-important assignment.

But you know what, that's what friends do! why else would you have friends, if it were not for times when you could fall back knowing there'd be someone to pick you up and put you back on your two feet? Great friends even manage to prevent you from falling I'd say.

I'm not here to brag about how awesome I am or how superior I feel having reached out. But having lost it completely with this person a few days back, only I know what it took me to go back there, walk down that path again. Knowing fully, that this is a thankless job. And that the person in question has been extremely ungrateful and obnoxious in the past. Yet, I'm the friend. To put that above everything else and reach out, was a big step for me. And having done it, I feel good. Irrespective of what happens tomorrow, this was something I won't regret, cos knowing a friend is miserable and not having reached out wouldn't let me sleep in peace anyway. Call me a leeetle selfish, but hey, who ever said I was Mother Teresa!

Suddenly, I sooo get what they meant when they told me I was too nice and how I was the mother hen of the group... errrr... I'm not very high on the maternal insticnts bit, but I definitely like knocking some sense into ppl's head. and trying to help them get their life in order. now, what's wrong with that?

p.s. The last time something like this happened in my life, I lost an amazing friend. Please God, let history not repeat itself this time!