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Sunday Aug. 25, 2019

 
We avoid our bathroom scales.

We don’t want to know.

Or ignore something broken or cracked or needing repair – as if they self-repair.

Shhh – don’t tell. Many (psychologists, fast-food restaurants, undertakers, heirs) counting on you.

Many people need help.

Not me. I could solve whatever came. I avoided asking.

Crazy, illogical, and real; being young, feeling invincible.

I’m neither.

Needing help admits shortcomings. Shows weakness.

Managing without help – stoically existing, fragments of self-reliance, blindfolded to better choices.

Lonely place to be.

Not an impossible one, but surely not a necessary one.

Websites have HELP buttons.

When we need help, couldn’t we just click HELP?

Needing a shoulder, or an ear – call on a friend, someone who will help (they often do) – but still, unthinkable to ask. Admitting, especially to someone who will likely judge us, isn’t humiliation, it just feels that way. Explaining why help is needed, the excruciating penalty for asking.

Easier to not ask.

We soldier on, get creative, problem-solve – DIY, self-helping.

Without hope, we live in a town called Despair. You know you are in Despair because everyone there has a long face and sad story. An old joke has somebody saying, “cheer up, it could get worse”. Then it does. Something we avoid too is really quantifying our situation. When things are bad, or we fear they are, they very well may be far worse than we fear. Or not. How will we know until we quantify depth and breadth of our problems?

Don’t ask them, just help them.

Nobody wears a help button.

Maybe we should.

On our chest, it would say, ‘for help, press this button’.
 
P.S.: until I get buttons made, click on this – I KNOW THE WAY OUT
 


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One way to make life better that's changed mine entirely: Evict electronics from the bedroom! All of them! No clocks, no TVs, no phones or computers of ANY kind. Keep the alarm in the next room. Sleep quality (and therefore energy levels) rises exponentially!, JB, Edmonton, AB


 
 
 
     
 
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