Post-it Note #6

Today, I will phone a friend.

From a land line, preferably.  Because cell phones cut out.

And there’s nothing worse than talking to yourself than realizing two minutes later: you’re talking to yourself.

There will be days that suck, friends that cancel on you, interviews that don’t pan out, flights that are delayed, fender benders in the Petco parking lot.

You’ll want to yell, scream, rage, put your fist through the wall.

Or, if you’re at home: throw the phone, hit the computer, kick a chair, down double shots of  Captain and get plastered.

Trust me, I know.  Captain tastes very good, especially when you’re angry.

Instead, you’ll pick up the phone and call a friend.

You’ll talk, cry, cuss, fuss, spilling everything on your mind.

If he’s a good friend he’ll listen, and you’ll feel better.

If it’s late, he may offer to make you feel even better if you come over.

Beware.

This is another kind of friend.

The trick, my friend, is to call the right friend.