I never quite finished much. I’ve started many things, never quite finishing anything for one reason, or another. I’m tired of blaming others, whether they had a role. I chucked it up to bad timing, coincidences, even unfavorable luck.
I’ve always tried to be the good person, placing many broken pieces together for others. Family, acquaintances and strangers. Yes, I’ve been chastised and advised by all. ‘ Your taking care of others and you can’t even take care of your own problems.’ They’re right, all that is told to me is concrete. Except when they need someone. Then rules change, advice becomes a passing thought in a different context. I’ve sustained solid arguments, to only be knocked out of bounds by a few specific phrases. ‘Well that’s different’. ‘You’re making no sense’. ‘You can’t compare that’ My favorite, they walk away, because suddenly they have to do something.
Well, I become amazed, because I do help myself, I do try to help others and my most facinating moment is looking into their eyes, while defending myself, trying to sustain a simple look and seeing their eyes look away.