Friendship 101 ( or solving depression)

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I am lazy. I admit. I wrote this post a few weeks ago and I think this is the right time to post it. I just heard some disturbing news. Still reeling from it. We’ll talk about that later. For now…

I don’t feel too well today. It’s not malaria. I hope. I just wish I could talk to someone. I have one person in mind actually. He’s just pretty far and a phone call won’t do. It is during these kinds of times that my desire( or is it stubborn lust?) for a girlfriend exacerbates. I want my friend. In fact, I want him to buy me food and bring home because for the whole damn day I have been sitting on the same spot and watching movies.

I think I am depressed. Well, I have had bipolar symptoms for a while but some days, it gets worse. Some days I wake, and I feel this wonderful energy. Like I can do anything I set my mind to. The world is so bright. Full of potential.

And, some days, like today, I just want a hug and a friend.

A hug from a friend. A hug and an ear, someone who gets that I am not mad with the world. That I am just scared of the future and that I just need to listen to my soul.

No man is an island. I have a nasty temperament sometimes. I get rude, impolite and even harsh. It is as though I am constantly in puberty. I think I have been this way for a while.

Then again I am usually wrong about many things.

My parents love me. I am extremely lucky to have parents who would literally do anything for me.

Truly.

They would kill themselves if that would make me happy.

It is invigorating and sometimes saddening because they would go to the ends of the earth to do what they deem best for me and my future.

But, who knows the future? Who knows one’s true calling?

No one. Only God I presume.

So, it is quite scary when I think of the they fact that they would spend all their savings to make sure I get a good education with the underlying hope that the education would secure a future for me and my family.

Shit.

I am scared. What if they are wrong? What if this degree is not the right one?

But…worse…what if I am wrong??

What if they are totally correct , endowed with the wisdom and foresight of age and me with my puny 25 years of existence jeopardizes all their sacrifice because ‘what I am doing doesn’t feel right’?

I am scared. Everyday.

I run. Hide. Laugh and make jokes just to ease the fear but every once in a while, when the effects wear off, the question marks pop right in.

And, in these quiet retreats when I retract from human interactions, I need a mirror.

A friend.

Someone to help me figure things out. Who isn’t scared I would be angry at the truth. Who would ask the right questions because he or she knows they would help me figure shit out.

I miss my buddy. He is the only friend who gets me.

As much as I want to have a best friend I could kiss( a.k.a girlfriend), I am very deeply grateful to have my buddy.

Sometimes, I don’t even think I deserve him. He is the smartest human I know.

Apart from me of course. :)

He’s funny, cool, outstanding, totally gets my jokes and I could call him at 3 a.m. knowing he would pick even though I know he spent the whole day treating patients at the hospital.

Maybe these thoughts are a reminder. That to earn such a friend, I need to be a friend myself. That I owe humanity the sum of the people I have met in my life.

My mom, dad, and my friend.

I won’t die for any of them.

Yet.

But I definitely know they have my back.

So while I return to my solitude and binge watching, I would like you to think of your family, friends or anyone who cares about you deeply.

Give them a call. Tell them they mean the world to you.

Mean it.

It helps sometimes.

It helped me today.

Thanks for being my friend Tsi.

And to all of you who know how much you mean to me. I am grateful.

Thank you for being you.

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Cameroonian writer and video creator. Featured in LEVEL and P.S. I Love You. I write about building relationships and personal transformation.

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