Someone always has it worse

Photo courtesy of my man, Slorfner

Last friday, April 6th, 2012, was the 4-year mark of the passing of one of my dearest friends. Kelly from Kansas was one of the first friends I ever made in college and the girl literally changed my life. She taught me how to let loose, love myself, love others, work hard, play harder, and most importantly how to trust people. She helped me find myself, discover who I really wanted to be. We had too much fun together.

And then tragedy struck, and my guardian angel was recalled back to heaven. But in the short eight months that I had the pleasure of getting to know that girl, she became the best friend I have ever known.

Every year since, my friends and I would get together on April 6th and drink and laugh and run around campus getting into shenanigans and recall our favorite Kelly stories. We were a family, and even if we hadn't seen each other in weeks, on April 6th it was like we were all right back in freshman year. Together we got through the toughest time of our lives, and I honestly don't know how we would have survived without one another.

So when April 6th came around this year and I realized that for the first time our clan was scattered all over the WORLD, my heart sank. Fast. I went through phases of crying loudly, to laughing hysterically, to curling up in a ball on my bed under the covers and hiding from myself and the scary emotions that kept creeping up, to keeping myself super busy so that I hopefully wouldn't think too much about it all. Needless to say, I was an emotional wreck.

After the day was over and done, I was finally safe and sound in bed with most of my sanity intact. I kept thinking to myself "Phew. I made it. It's over. It's going to be OK. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be better."

As I was drifting off to sleep I got a text message from a friend of mine.

"I was just on an OKCupid date and I got trapped in a port-o-potty."

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First I burst out laughing. Then I got really concerned and texted her back "HOLY SHIT ARE YOU STILL TRAPPED IN THERE?" She told me she was free and safe and it wasn't even her date who had locked her in there, so we continued to giggle about the whole experience.

It got me thinking - no matter how bad you think your day is, no matter how many lemons life has pelted you with today, there's almost always someone who has it worse than you.

Sure, being alone on the death-anniversary of my best friend sucked, but being trapped in a port-o-potty on a first date probably sucked more. Of course, my friend's biggest concern right now is that she's forever going to be "that port-o-potty girl" in this guy's eyes, and that might be the real tragedy in this story.

So, friends, what I'm getting at is that even on the shittiest of shit days, just remember that things can really only go up. Just remember that x, y and z DIDN'T happen to you. And if you're not lucky enough to find someone who had a hilariously awful experience like being trapped in a port-o-potty, then just click this link for "13 Simple Steps To Get You Through a Rough Day" and it will probably definitely make you feel better.

Sending so much love, xx Nikbear