I imagine myself inside a shrink’s office, lying on one of those comfortable sofas they have in the movies, pouring my heart out … and then I’ll jump up and laugh so hard that I can barely take time to breathe.
Well, that image came from something that I’ve been exerting myself for these past few weeks, or maybe months. The lying on the sofa thing is just wishful thinking because I’d so much rather be on one of those than on this piece of office furniture that’s not enough to make me feel comfortable while writing on a Saturday evening. Going back to my “scenario”, I’ve been acting like a motivational speaker for a friend who’s in need some encouragement and it is actually odd because, as I already told my friend, I’m not someone with too much positivity left inside, having my own share of struggles and tumbles. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because I’m actually surprised that I still manage to make light of dire situations and make myself useful to someone who probably just needs someone to listen. I would be lying to say that it’s been such a fun ride because sometimes things like these also take a toll on the one who acts as the “sounding board”, but I’ll be sticking this one out to the end, and I think it will be worth it. It’s not everyday that I get to make use of my strengths, and my weaknesses for that matter, for the sake of someone who needs exactly what I can give.