"A road to a friend's house is never long."-Proverb
Sometimes all you want to do is vent to your friends.
Other times you just want to wallow in your own self pity.
Either way, it’s bound to happen sometime—all of that stress that builds up in daily life just seems to spill over the top of the glass. Of course, we’d all rather that the explosion didn’t happen at all (it’s always better to face your problems and keep stress at a minimum) but it’s silly to think it doesn’t happen every once in a while.
For me, “every once in a while” has been the past two days—between midterms, money, classes, fencing, band, my fraternity, and anything else that could possibly stress someone out, I feel like my crazy schedule has finally crept up on me and dropped a giant bomb. Of course, all I really needed to do was take a step back and breathe deep.
But for just a little while, I wanted to wallow in my own self-pity. I just got off the phone with my mom, and I was ready to sulk a little. Until I walked into the kitchen for a glass of water, and my apartment-mate was also pouring herself a drink. My roommate walked in just after her. Before I knew it, I was pouring my heart out.
It was so good to know I had my roommates there to talk to me, and even though I didn’t intend to vent my worries out to them, they were there for me to listen and assure me I wasn’t crazy.
Moral of the story? My favorite thing about college is the people you meet—I’ve got my friends and family at home, but I also have my friends and a family (in their own right) at school. If it’s not one friend, I can turn to the next—and they’re all right here on campus for me.
