I will come to your emotional rescue
I called G earlier today to get her to help me in a difficult emotional situation – she rallied and jumped in my car and came with me so I wouldn’t have to face it alone. Later in the afternoon, I called L and asked her to come to my emotional rescue on a completely different (yet hauntingly familiar) situation and she did – without missing a beat. Then early evening, G called saying she was in the throes of comforting a friend in crisis and she was hoping I could help her out of a jam by providing her an exit plan if she needed it.
There are those people you want to be in the trenches with, for good times and bad, but particularly when things go bad, because you know they will come to your emotional rescue.
It’s all good – except inevitably there are the other ones out there who like to piss in the punch – almost getting some kind of perverse pleasure in the spoil. They should be required to notify the general public much in the same way a child molester has to who moves into your neighborhood. Something along the lines of “Hi, my name is X, I’m incapable of realizing that anyone else has feelings except myself so I continue to hurt others – watch out.”