We all have them – those over-dramatic, emotion driven friends that tend to freak out over things a little more than the “normal” friend would. Some might label them as the “crazy one” amongst the cliché labels that make up any group of friends. For me, I can look in the mirror and say hi to my own reflection. Yes, I am that girl. I am not “crazy” all the time, at least I don’t think I am, but there are moments that I will totally accept that I freak out more than I should. And I am not a relationship freaker-outer, but a work freaker-outer.
I am well aware that I do this and have been working to control my reaction gauge. And for the most part, I am pretty good, however, there are times where “I need a moment.”
When I feel that anxiety coming out at work, I reach for the phone and call the most calming co-worker I know so I can vent. Now, a little back story here: this co-worker has been my mentor and helped me develop into the wonderful manager that I am today. Okay, I’m not that great, but let me brag for a moment.
It’s a flaw that I have accepted that is just a “unique trait” that makes me the fun girl that I am. Anyway, I as I called this particular co-worker and the moment I heard her voice, I was already much more relaxed than I was two seconds before. I asked her, “Do you have a moment? I need to vent.” There’s that awkward pause where I can hear her excuse herself from the sales floor. Then her voice replies over the receiver, “Okay, what happened?” And just like that I am off, I rant and “vent” until I am blue in the face.
She lets me have one of those crazy moments when my emotions get the best of me. And once I am done, I already feel a million times better. It is one of the many reasons that I love this girl. She just has that ability to calm me and make me feel that even though I am being crazy everything will be fine.
Sometimes I feel bad so I like to change it up and call up my other co-worker “bestie.” At least I am smart enough to surround myself with calming people who can look at me and tell that I am being crazy. They accept that I am slightly over-dramatic and are the voice of reason through the madness.
Us crazy girls need these calming, sane friends. They understand us and allow us to be who we are without judgment…most the time. They are able to step back from the situation and give realistic advice or a healthy solution to the problem. There’s something special about these sane friends that we need to appreciate and hold on to, for our own sanity.
And as that over-dramatic girl, we have to shut our mouths and listen to these people who genuinely care about us.