I won’t mention any names (Amy), but let me say that it is definitely NOT Amy.
And it’s as bad as crack.
Being the good friend I am, I tried to have an intervention.
First, I listened attentively as
Then, I asked
“Are you effing serious?”
“Please tell me you’re effing kidding me?!”
“How long has thing been going on?”
“What happens if you don’t do it for awhile?”
“What do you get out of it?”
“Do you sit around in your underwear, eating a bag of Cheetos while doing it?”
Because I’m compassionate to others struggles.
I also tried pointing out the seriousness of the matter.
“You know that’s seriously sad, right?”
“How do you think this effects your family?”
“You NEED HELP!”
Because I care when a friend is hurting and/or misguided.
I even tried making fun of the addiction.
“I used to do that too….when I was in 8th grade!”
“I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe that stuff is even still around!”
Sadly, it didn’t take.
You see, as with most addicts,
It’s like crack, people!
She’s like a crack ho’.
She’s hooked on The People’s Court.
Watches old reruns.
Never misses an episode.
She even knows that Judge Wampner isn’t the judge anymore.
But it does make me feel better about myself.