When the Truth Hurts
I was channel surfing yesterday and came across Dr. Phil telling me that he was going to “uncover the secrets to building solid relationships with your BFFs and learn the appropriate boundaries for maintaining healthy friendships.”
My ears perked up, “I need to know about this stuff!” I said to myself, “Let’s tune in and find out what Dr. Phil has to say…”
You see, over the weekend I had a short spat with a dear friend. I had sent a whining, complaining text message to her (about someone else and for the eleven-millionth time this year) and she sent back advice. I felt scolded when I wanted comfort. I wasn’t sad any more, I was mad — at her, and I told her so. She didn’t talk to me again for two days.
So, when Dr. Phil held out a promise of hope and dangled sound bites of help in front of me, I was ready to take the bait. “Help me, Dr. Phil, help me!”
Hrumph. Hrumph and bah humbug! Dr. Phil lures me in with his sweet Texas good-old-boy drawl every single time, dang it. I’m looking for mature, insightful advice and what I get is two pair of immature, backstabbing women in silly cat fights over misbehavior that SHOULD have been handled with a Time-Out period in the corner and a good scolding.
“Grow up!” I yelled at the TV, “Grow up and be nice and act like you give a damn about someone other than yourself. Maybe some day, if you act like it long enough, you really…”
Ouch. The truth hurts when you aim it at someone else and it gets flung right back at you.
To my dear, patient friend: I’m sorry! I’m going to my Time-Out corner right now…
To the rest of my BFFs: Who can you love and appreciate today? Send her an email, mail her a card, give her a big hug, cuz she loves you too!