Friends Let Friends Have Bad Days…

Young Woman with Her Hand on Her Belly and Man Beside Her Writing

Sometimes I miss the Teacher’s Lounge. Okay, wait, let me back up – that’s not gonna make any sense. This has been bugging me since yesterday, so now all of my lucky readers get to hear about it. Tada… congratulations! Anyway… so yesterday I was feeling a little worn out from a long week of working hard, a little sick (my throat was a teensy bit sore), and was just having an all-around bad day. Hey, it happens to the best of us! I mean, it doesn’t matter how perfect your job is – you’re still going to have frustrating moments – and it doesn’t matter how wonderful your family is – you’re still going to get fed up every now and then. You know what I mean? So anyway, I had the bright idea to talk to my co-worker about it…. Bad idea. Really terrible. Instead of just letting me vent away, he kept interrupting me to remind me how awesome things are and how “I’m just such a cheerful person.” Well, he kind of had me there. For as long as I can remember I’ve been one of the most cheerful of the bunch. In college one guy told me, “You’re always so happy, I want you to be my alarm clock so you can wake me up every morning!” I thought this was funny… at the time. Of course, not everyone has such a positive reaction – cheerfulness is an acquired taste, I guess. One girl said, “I just can’t talk to you. You’re chipper, and I don’t do chipper.” Well, so, I’ve always kind of enjoyed being the happy, idealistic, positive guy – and yeah, even chipper – that everyone can count on. But that’s just the thing. People start to count on you so much to be the positive voice in the room, that suddenly they act like it’s a crime for you to have a crabby day. But seriously guys, how realistic is it that everyone is going to feel perfectly happy all the time? It’s just not human… Doesn’t the Bible say “for everything there is a season?” It doesn’t come out and say it, but I’d like to think that hidden somewhere in between the lines it means, “There is a time for whining and a time for getting stuff off your chest – as long as you keep it short!” So. Now. Where was I? Oh yea h – so I just really wanted to complain a little yesterday. I didn’t say anything atrocious or anything that would put my job in jeopardy – I was basically just confessing that I had been having a frustrating day. Is that such a crime? But like I said, I was cut off and told to be “calm and cheerful” again. Have you ever seen that show, Stepford Wives? It kind of felt like that, where I was surrounded by perfect Stepford robots who never do anything wrong or have a single negative thought. And instead of feeling better, I just walked away feeling ticked. It’s impossible to be perfect all the time – nobody can pull that off! Every once in a while I really think it’s okay to let people see a few of the tiny little chinks in your armor… they’ll probably even appreciate it, and end up super relieved that you’re not the “Stepford Robot” they thought you were! So… back to the Teacher’s Lounge. While I was teaching I would hang out in the Teacher’s Lounge, where all anyone did was complain and vent their frustrations. At first I thought, “I’ve gotta get out of here –this place is way too negative!” But after a while, I saw the beauty of it. After putting up with middle school kids day after day, the teachers needed a place to vent so they could hold on to some shred of their sanity! And the Lounge gave them a place to not only get everything off their chest, but to do it in a place where nobody thought they were crazy and where people actually understood what they were going through and said, “Yep… I was right there with you… like, five minutes ago!” So like I said… sometimes I miss that Teacher’s Lounge. Moral of the story? Stop trying to convince your friends and family that being a Christian means they have to be perfect… it does more harm than good. Let them vent, and realize that they don’t need advice or a mini-lecture… they just need to get this stuff out in the open. That’s it! Luckily, I went home last night and unloaded all this on my wife. She smiled, probably thinking “Yep, you do this to me all the time,” but she didn’t say anything. She just listened, because she understands that venting is a healthy thing. So, long story short… friends let friends have bad days.  And right now I’m feeling pretty lucky that I have a friend – a best friend – who lets me have one every once in a while. Oh. Wait a sec. I was talking about my wife, but another thought just hit me. I also have a Friend – a Best Friend (closer even than a brother) – who also knows how to listen when I pray, and how to let me have a bad day. Maybe the Teacher’s Lounge isn’t long gone after all!


“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1


Writing 101 Day 19 Challenge:  Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

12 thoughts on “Friends Let Friends Have Bad Days…

  1. Good point! We all have moments where we need to share our burdens and not necessarily be hut in the head with counsel. More paragraphs would have helped, but great writing style!


    1. Thanks! I completely agree about needing to space things out (I hate these “free writing” exercises the Writing 101 course makes us do where we’re not supposed to go back and edit in any way…it’s not a style I think I’ll ever do again after the writing course is over!)


  2. I can relate. As a stay-at-home mother, I don’t have co-workers … well, no one except my husband, so the poor man has to bear the brunt of my bad days. There are many times when I start a vent with, “Please, just let me complain for a minute.” But you know, I wonder if I do the same for him. I think it really is important to sometimes allow those we love or work with a few minutes to process through emotions. Great reminder for me on this rainy Thursday when I’m stuck indoors with a sickish hubby, a teething baby and a very bored teen.


  3. My fiancé is that guy. Part of the reason we’re together is because I looked at him early on and said something like, “You don’t HAVE to be happy all the time. You can tell me how you really feel.” That was one of a handful of things I said to him, that really hit home and helped him learn to trust me.

    Great post. You are absolutely right; and like my fiancé, you get to have the odd bad day, now and again.

    I’m glad your wife gets it, too. At the risk of sounding sexist, I think men might be more prone to internalizing others’ expectations about being strong/silent/stalwart/stoic/pick another s-word of your choice 😉 I think sometimes it’s nice to have a female friend (wife, partner) who will just be your sounding board, and almost… give you permission?… not to be perfect 🙂



    1. I think you’re exactly right… society sort of conditions guys to be stoic. But we all absolutely need to be reminded that it’s okay to not be perfect… thanks for sharing your thoughts!


  4. Wow, does this sound familiar! I’m usually the positive one, and the few times I remember complaining to a friend it was like a brick had hit them on the head! Very few friends can listen without judging or trying to fix us. On the other hand, we can learn a huge lesson from David by reading his psalms. He expressed himself vulnerably and honestly to God. Whether anger and resentment, fear and forgiveness, joy and love, David shared all his wants, needs and emotions with God, who took them and transformed David’s heart.

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