For years and years I have supported my friends and acquaintances,
buying band candy,
purchasing what I could afford to when they started their latest MLM home business,
reading what they have written.
Don’t get me wrong,
I wouldn’t take it back,
I just wonder where they were
when I was hoping for support.
It always reminds me
of the story my friend told me when I was working in
Corporate America…I kept wondering why the resident “Barbie”
had everyone tripping over themselves to help her,
while my pleas for help went unheard.
She said if X fell into a vat of shit, everyone would rush to help her because
she couldn’t help herself,
if you fell in, everyone would say “Oh it’s her, she can handle it”.
I didn’t like that lesson then,
though I swallowed it – it was a bitter pill.
If you seem confident and competent, no one helps you.
I wasn’t prepared to be a fake twit,
so I just soldiered on.
And I guess it is okay in the long run…
still, once in awhile it would be nice
to have people trip over themselves to take care of me and my stuff.
And I admit,
if this is the biggest regret of my life, it isn’t much of a thing at all.
It doesn’t mean I can’t have a mini-pity party
every once in while before taking another deep breath
and soldiering onward again.