My faith in pizza guys has gone up 123%
NO LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
So a few weeks ago I was in a hotel in Savannah with my grampa in the hospital next door, Mom was over staying with him, and the battery in the smoke detector went out so every 5 minutes it would let off this loud, high pitched ‘CHIRP’.
It was annoying as fuck, so I called the front desk to see if they had a battery for it, and they said the only thing they could do was change rooms. We’d already settled in for the night, and needed the next door rooms for my uncles the next day, so I said I’d deal. My uncles had my car in the next town over, so I couldn’t drive and get one myself.
An hour later, I’m ordering pizza and have gone insane because the damn thing CHIRPS. SO. MUCH.
So I begged the pizza guy on the phone to stop and get me a battery, told him I’d pay for the battery, and give him an extra tip for it, and he was chill with it. This adorable fucker gets to my room with the battery, opens it, asks to see the smoke detector, CLIMBS ON THE BED, CHANGES THE BATTERY FOR ME, and tests it.
My pizza was only 20 dollars, but I gave him 40 and told him to keep the change.
I put “sing Disney songs” under special institutions. When I opened the door the guy bust out with the circle of life. He was pretty good too.
I like that we who speak English regularly have started leaving the ‘good’ off of ‘good morning’ because now we greet each other with the statement that yes, indeed, it is morning.
An American I know informed me the other day that the thing he finds oddest about Britain is that we use ‘Alright?’ as a greeting. And that ‘Well I’m not dead’ is an acceptable response to this.
I NEED TO POINT SOMETHING OUT
A lot of people have been complaining about how Elsa’s ”recovery” at the end wasn’t believable - that after thirteen years of fear and depression, there’s no WAY she would be better just like that.
Of course, those people are right. Thirteen years of pain doesn’t disappear after a few moments of happiness.
But here’s the thing - Elsa didn’t just “recover”. She’s happy in this moment, and for good reason - a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She’s relieved to not have to hide, to be with her sister, etc.
However, this is just one scene. Everyone who has depression knows that no matter how depressed you are, there are still some happy (or at least smile worthy) moments. In addition, if you really look at her face, you will notice that the emotions being expressed aren’t just happiness. Elsa’s feeling a whole range of emotions here - nervousness, excitement, disbelief, etc. Not pure happiness.
The fact is, it won’t be a 100% happy ending for Elsa. Even after the movie, she’s still going to have a shitload to deal with. She’ll still suffer from depression, anxiety, etc - the difference is that now she can be open about it and receive help from her sister. She doesn’t have to hide it anymore. Of course, she’ll want to, but now that Anna knows the truth there’s no way she’ll let her.
So yes, Elsa was happy in the end. Is this unbelievable? No. Will she have a perfect happily ever after and never feel intense emotional pain again? Obviously not. She’s going to go through a lot, as anyone recovering from a mental illness does. The important thing is that she’s on the way to getting there, and this scene marks the beginning of her journey to happiness.