Friends manage to talk you into doing things, going places, and tasting life outside your comfort zone. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Friends can help your agoraphobia get better. Not the ones who shake their head and tell you you’re being dramatic, just get out of the house. Not the ones who laugh and say, “You’re a agor…ah…a WTF?” Not the ones who try to talk you out of the house, or guilt you into stepping outside. Those people you will eventually learn are not your friends; they’re simply people that you know.
The friends that I’m talking about are those that love you for who you are. And if that means you don’t get out much (for whatever reason) well, that’s okay, and they’ll sit in the house with you and be perfectly fine with it. At my most phobic, when I was terrified of so many things, a rather large space station called “Skylab” (yes, a whole space station!) was poised to re-enter our atmosphere and come crashing back to earth.
I was certain it would fall on my head.
Actually, fall directly on my head. Nobody else would be injured, I was sure, except for me. And boy, that did nothing to get me to budge from my couch. The logic escaped me that perhaps if I left the house and moved around a lot, that maybe I could avoid this 169,000 pound massive missile from the skies. No, my idea of saving myself was to become a sitting duck on my sofa in West Hollywood.
The truth was I was just too terrified to move.
So what did my friends do? We had a party to celebrate Skylab’s return. Well, actually, I threw the party because I was the only one with a blender at the time and we were having frozen daiquiris. But the point is: my friends came to keep me company. There I was sitting on my couch, so terrified that Skylab had my name on it, and my friends came over to join me on that couch. In my mind, they were risking their lives just to be there with me.
And that’s not all.
They showed up – all of my friends – wearing construction hard hats, an Army helmet, and my dear friend John even put a large bullseye and a magnet on top of his baseball hat just to defy fate. Or maybe to save me from a direct hit. I was so busy laughing and enjoying our “impromptu” party that I completely forgot about Skylab. All that dread and terror my imagination had been feasting on simply was forgotten that evening.
My friends got me through the night.
Thanks to my friends (and 9 other things that helped me go from agoraphobic to recovering agoraphobic) I now get out of my house. I still need help with driving – I don’t do freeways. So if there are freeways involved, my hubbie is the one behind the wheel. And that’s how I will be getting to Ventura this Saturday for a book signing and personal appearance at Bank of Books at 748 E. Main Street. It’s an hour away from my house so I’m calling it a road trip. Yes I’m a little bit nervous – it’s definitely out of my comfort zone. But I’m certain I can do it.
My friend Wayne talked me into it and he’ll be there.
And thankfully, no space stations are scheduled to fall this weekend.
(If you live in or around Ventura, please come by and keep me company. It always helps to be around friends. Not sure I can bring any frozen daiquiris…Will cookies do?)