A while back, I mentioned the fact that I am a “Friends” addict (the American sitcom). It seems that I never watch the show just for fun, but whenever I feel things are falling apart around me and I need to place a wall between me and reality for a couple of hours, every day. Should I be worried that this year I have watched the whole series three times up until now?
Anyway, because I am sick again, among the things that can cheer me up right now are also all the situations these “friends” of mine are going through, either if that means giving birth to your brother’s triplets, or saying the wrong name at your wedding, they have the power to keep my spirit sane. I know, I sound like a freak, but when it comes to this show, I think I am a freak and I can say it proudly. Meanwhile, outside my bedroom and my bed, real life happens, and in between episodes I can hear Ephia’s giggles and D‘s explanations to her questions, I can hear songs we usually sing together and furniture being moved around just for fun. I play another episode. I pause it after five minutes. Ephia comes into the bedroom and huddles into my arms, pretending to fall asleep and snore. I whisper a promise into her left ear and put her down for a nap.
Tonight we are going to have a girls night out. We are going to go to the pastry shop, eat cake and have a nice stroll together because it’s Sunday, and Sundays should be treated properly. And then, when we’ll come back home, exhausted and happy, we’ll put on another episode of “Friends” and let them keep us company for a change.