Being "adult" ain't all it's cracked up to be

My friend, Megan, and I have birthdays about 2 weeks apart, so when I saw a recent Facebook status update from her saying that she wasn't liking this new age I was immediately concerned that something horrifying happens the day you turn this age. Well, it turns out it's not an age-specific thing, it's just a really, really shitty year for my friend thus far. I won't get into specifics as it's not my business to air the details of her life. All I will say is that a couple of days after her birthday she received a gift that she's been waiting for a long time only to find out mere weeks later that she can't keep it.

Megan and I became friends in late middle school, but it wasn't until freshman algebra that our friendship was really cemented. We would spend hours on the phone doing our homework together, eventually coming up with the right solutions to the complex problems (although as our teacher pointed out one day our solutions were frequently correct, but often the "long" answer to a problem that could've been solved in 5 steps instead of 15.).

Through the years Megan and I have solved our share of problems: from the time we almost lit her mom's house on fire making funnel cake on a camping stove, to finding solutions to our relationship problems, and even figuring out a way to drive in a snowstorm with no electrical systems in the car. With our combined smarts and wit it seemed like there was nothing we couldn't fix, even when the proverbial chips were down.

But now Megan has a problem that I can't help her fix. I know she will be okay because she is strong and has a lot of love and support at home, but unlike our algebra problems, there doesn't seem to be a short solution to this. I wish there was a way I could warp space and time and modern medicine and make it all right for her.

So, Meg, until I can figure out how to harness 1.21 jiggawatts, know that I am here to help make it better however I can; even if that involves attempting funnel cake.