I recently twisted and tore a tendon in my left knee. I could not do anything for anyone for several weeks. Did these people whom I “help” all the time come to my aid? Of course not. They did not even come to see me while I was forced to sit on my couch with my leg elevated. They did not even call.
The other day, five weeks after my injury, one of them asked how my knee was doing while passing me at the mailbox. I told her the doctor said I had about 3 more weeks, and to try to keep off it as much as possible. Anything I did would prolong its healing. This woman, I learned from a friend, needed “help” setting up a garage sale. Can you figure out why she asked about my knee? I have learned my lesson with her – no help ever again.
I think I must, also, have a sign outside my door that says “knows all” because I am constantly getting visits from people with problems that they seem to feel I can solve. I listen and comment on what I think. I am replacing that sign with “Go Away!” The DRAMA is “killing me softly” as the song says.
My life sucks right now. I am slightly disabled, living on a fixed income, and pretty disappointed with my life overall. I cannot be bothered with all this “stuff” that is unloaded on me constantly. Too many of the people who interact with me, WANT something.
I am tired of being nice – too nice. I realize that a true personality change is not possible, so I guess I will not answer the phone or the door to some people. My help and advice are now only available to those who appreciate me. I can still be nice to them and be “not so nice” to those others. My life circumstances will not change, but I will eliminate those pesky irritants that do nothing to improve my life.
So today, I am going to start being “nice” – just “nice” – not “too nice.”