You always assume that things cannot get worse. Wrong. On some days, things can and will get worse. This phenomenon is called Murphy’s Law. Since last Saturday, I can only think about the day before Saturday – Valentine’s Day. The events are still occupying my mind and are “blocking” my other thoughts. My solution is writing about it.
I had told some people about the events as described in my recent blog My not so funny Valentine. One friend pitied me and offered to visit me last Friday. I accepted her offer as I liked her and still do, despite last Friday’s events. She planned to take a bus to a nearby city, where I would pick her up with my car.
Latter did not work out well. My hybrid car has two batteries and the 12V battery to start the car was – once again – near empty. I had not anticipated that although the “little voice” in my head had already been worried. The previous time, I had not used my car for 7 weeks. This time less than 4 weeks. I called the alarm service and started waiting.
After waiting for almost 2 hours, I decided to call the alarm service again. Obviously, they were very surprised to hear my complaint. After making a phone call to their car breakdown & recovery company, it appeared that my ticket had not been processed. I was promised help within 30 minutes. After 45 minutes, they arrived during my 3rd call to the alarm service.
Three hours later than scheduled, I arrived at the location of my friend. She tried cheering me up, given the looks on my face. Cheering me up works the opposite way – in my case. It keeps reminding me of (my) failures. I just need time and silence for processing my acceptance of such setbacks. That car ride was a peculiar one.
That evening, we had a nice dinner in a local pub. She complained about the fact that part of my main course had been burned. I just put those small parts aside and enjoyed my meal. I had no appetite for returning my meal to the kitchen as she would have done and had asked me to do.
The next morning, I found her sitting in my living room at 8 AM. She had been up since 4:30 AM as she had been unable to sleep. She said she was cold because my living room had been at 17+ degrees Celsius. Indeed, the heating is programmed to start at 8 AM.
I proposed to bring her back home, after showering first. She accepted – to my relief. We have talked a bit since. She has accepted and moved on while I’m still processing my feelings of disappointment. I still like her as a friend, although I dislike her appetite for complaining, cursing and smoking. Fate couldn’t have put two more different persons together.
Disappointment (1994) by The Cranberries
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