According to the internet, this is the definition for addiction: being abnormally tolerant to and dependent on something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming.
I spent just over a weekend without immediate access to my BFF. And I think I have made the discovery that I am addicted to dear C.
I was going through withdrawal symptoms, such as headache, shaking, moodiness, severe longing for what was missing, fatigue, unexplained weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Ok so it wasn't really that bad. I survived with none of those symptoms as related to addiction (it's me, so I was tired and therefore a bit of a cranker-pants one afternoon). However, I missed my C-face very, very much. And I thought it was funny to think I was addicted to her, especially when she came home and we immediately ran into one anthers' arms as our husbands stood there awkwardly watching. Sigh. Good times, good times. We then shared an awfully sad moment as C said, "We were talking in the car and I was thinking how excited I was to see you, and I had this horrible thought come to me. What am I going to do when you guys move away?" The husbands, once again, just stood awkwardly as C and I made a silent yet meaningful pact to NEVER have that happen, because we just can't go through the withdrawal.
So okay, it's not addiction, but I thought it was awfully funny. Gosh, I'm just so dang entertaining!
2 comments:
Aw. I've been missing her too...glad the two of you are back together and making trouble!
our husbands just don't understand!
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