My friends are worried about me.
I know because they so carefully avoid the subject of my unemployment when they invite me to breakfast, lunch, dinner, drinks, coffee, play dates… anything to help me fill my loads of unfilled time. They are worried. I’m eating a lot of donuts because of it.
I’ve left them with a lot of unanswered questions: What will happen to the workaholic without a job? Will she go completely round the bend? Will she become some weird version of Susie Homemaker? Will she annoy us? Will she be ok? Should we hate her? Should we feel sorry for her? Will she really be ok? How much is she totally going to annoy us? She did not open a Twitter account for Monkey Boy? She’s at least sort of ok, right?
And it’s alright for now.
I was embarrassed to tell people I lost my job. I should have trusted my friends more. They really are amazing, but they worry far too much. So stop it already. It’s bad for your digestion.
And we have a LOT of meals scheduled.