Savior To The WorldA Story by Angelheaded Hipster
For her, for you, for me, for the world...
Fresh off the phone, it's 5:42 AM. I need to be sleeping...it's the time for the dreams, the restless under the sheets tossing, it's time for the movies to play behind my eyelids. But, lucky for her, I am awake. Or, in this instant, was awake.
It started with a text. A simple plea for help. That's what I do. I help. Im a helper, Im a jokester, Im the f*****g March Hare. Yes, MAD WATCH! Fix it with JAM! indeed. I don't know how I do it. I just do it. I like the laughter. It beats the tears, it beats the needle in the arm when you're on your last corner of the road. Laugh is healing. I believe that totally.
Because I'm a people pleaser. She's a people pleaser too. She can't stand it to have someone mad at her. She's not one to take kindly to ill words.
So my job is thus. I get to play savior to her world. I get to paint pictures. Ugly, pretty, bleak, silly pictures so she could see that she's much more than what she sees. I get it now..."I wish you could see what I see Amber" Well....as Ive wondered just what he sees, she gets to ask me, and her other best friend what we see. And you know...like me, she won't believe.
My job is hard, it is long, the hours are s**t, Im always on call, no medical benefits, well...laughter and tears are very beneficial to the healing over ripped up souls I guess...but it is this. I do it out of love for her. Out of love for the kids....I do it to remind myself where I used to be, where I could be, and where I stand.
I stayed on the phone for a good 20 minutes....till I heard the Benedictine Monks. I laughed, and I hung up. Will she be okay? Yeah, for now she will be. Will I see her tomorrow? I have to. I told her that, in the words of Chris Rock, "Sometimes. Sometimes you just have to shake a b***h." That made her laugh.
I like playing the March Hare. Maybe I need to fix her mental watch with jam, and mustard, and take out the working parts to make it go wonky....Maybe I need to make her Happy UnBirthday cake...Or maybe. I need to hand her a mirror and tell her to look good and hard into it. Then she could see what we see, and that would make her happy.
© 2010 Angelheaded Hipster
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Last Updated on February 6, 2010
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