Celebrating with a friend
I used to have a friend in middle school, around 8th grade, named Ewelina. She was a sweet, beautiful girl, who was nice to just everyone. Always a smile on her face.
She was such a joy to be around, and to share news with, whether good or bad. I can’t remember the news, but once I called her and told her about something exciting that had happened. And she shared that excitement. It wasn’t just a “Congrats!” or “Good job!” with “moving on…”. It was, “Oh my goodness! That’s amazing! I am so happy for you. Let’s celebrate!”
I don’t know if I have ever met anyone since then who has shared my joy. Yes, people are obsessed with being a messiah and will come save you when you are in trouble, giving you all sorts of advice. But sharing joyous news? Nah. There is nothing in it for them.
I long for a friend to celebrate with.