WARNING: This post contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers.
Ah, the sacred bond of sisterhood! Yes, a tribe of supportive women is more vital than a reliable Wi-Fi connection these days. We are the keepers of each other’s secrets, the providers of emergency chocolate, and the unwavering cheerleaders in the face of existential dread. And you are absolutely right, sometimes the most profound acts of friendship come in the most unassuming packages.
So, I was having one of ‘those’ weeks. You know the kind – the microwave decided to stage a dramatic retirement, my brakes decided to stop working on the motorcycle, and my ever recurring struggle with relationships reared its ugly head. All this culminated in a desperate need for a little…’personal’ stress relief. But alas!!! Disaster struck. Not only were the batteries DEAD, but in a cruel twist of fate, the charging cord for the favorite little stress buster had also mysteriously vanished. It was a double whammy of pleasure – prevention, a truly dark day.
Panic started to set in. Was this a sign? Was the universe telling me I didn’t deserve a moment of vibrating tranquility?! The loss of the charge cord felt particularly cruel, like the universe was actively conspiring against my inner peace. Then, a lifeline. “Girl I got you. Let me just get you a couple triple-A batteries.”
Now she wasn’t just ‘any’ friend. She understood! She had ‘been’ there. Within a few minutes, there she appeared…with a couple triple-A batteries. “Now you go and enjoy your night,” she declared with a wink!
I practically wept with gratitude. It wasn’t just the batteries; it was the immediate mobilization of the Sisterhood. In that moment she was a symbol of unwavering support, a testament to the fact that no woman has to face a pleasure-related crisis alone.
And let’s be honest, while a cup of sugar is lovely for a spontaneous baking endeavor, the loan of a couple triple-A batteries and commiseration over a lost charger in a moment of need? That’s next level friendship! That’s understanding that sometimes, the best way to face a world that’s trying to grind you down is with a little bit of a buzz and the unwavering support of your magnificent tribe.
So here’s to the girlfriends, the battery fairies, the lost-cord sympathizers, the shower nozzle suggestionists, the emergency chocolate providers, and all the incredible women who lift us up, one vibrating (or potentially water-blasting) moment at a time. May our tribes be strong, our battery drawers be ever-stocked, our charger cords never go astray, and our moments of pleasure be plentiful, by whatever means necessary!
