Wanted

Friday was a very long day.  Please excuse the nerdy engineering analogy, but time seems to flow like a shear-thickening (think starch and water mixture) fluid near the end of the semester.  The more stress I'm under, the more viscous time becomes, moving slower and slower until it barely moves at all, like the weeks will never end.  I was at the end of a highly viscous week Friday afternoon so I sought sanctuary at my parent's house for a nice meal and some caring faces.  I love my parents dearly. It is wonderful to have such solid constants in my life.

I was looking forward to spending some quality time with a good friend who was only in town for that night, so while I waited to hear what the plan was, I decided to kill time and start a movie with my mom and dad.  Near the end of the movie, I started to wonder.  It was getting late and my phone was being suspiciously quiet.  I sent out an inquiring text.  No answer.  The movie ended.  I decided to kill a little more time on facebook.  Finally, I got a response letting me know that they had already been hanging out for a while but I wasn't invited.  I stared at my phone feeling silly for thinking that I was wanted.  Only one tear got out.  

Then I heard that ambivalent popping sound of a facebook chat window coming alive, which means that someone you've been trying to avoid finally caught you on facebook, or that a friend cares enough to say hello.  Luckily for me, it was the latter.  Rocker wanted to talk to me!  What's more, he wanted to play guitar with me!  He must be living right because at the moment I needed to feel like someone wanted me, he did.  He brought two guitars and lots of musical toys and we had a great time, me learning and listening in awe and he teaching and smiling and sharing.  Thanks Rocker.  You made my night.