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Do I really need anyone’s help?

Detroit
This is my fist, taking out the opposition. All by myself. (Photo credit: ktpupp)

I am a rock.
And this is how I roll.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a huge problem asking people for anything. When I was a kid, I remember whispering requests for Popsicles to my mother because I was embarrassed to ask; as I got older I became somewhat intelligent and independent, and there was little I needed to do that I couldn’t do myself. This was a good thing, because I’m not sure if I could have gotten any assistance had I asked for it, yet I don’t remember needing any.

 

Lego Cityscape - Detroit
I saw this for real one time. That is, the real-life version. I was lost on the way to my bankruptcy hearing. (Photo credit: Tabbymom Jen)

So whenever I’m in need of something – true need, that is – often an offer comes up and I will almost always accept help or assistance that I feel does not impose more than a little upon the other, but I have a real hard time asking. When I was bouncing around Detroit, always yo-yo-ing back to my Mom’s house, I would tell people that I’d probably die homeless and starving on the street before I was able to ask for help. That’s likely why I have always worked so hard and tried to get ahead, because when you’re ahead, you can fall behind a little without hitting rock bottom.

So it goes, and so I live each day hoping that my hubris does not get the better of me by finding me on the wrong side of preparedness; human interaction has never been so difficult or as awkward as today, and it’s likely to be worse tomorrow.

This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt.

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Rob lives near the geographical center of the North American continent with his wife, daughters, and one very needy cat. Most days he's a member of the law enforcement community, and tries to keep himself sane by making himself both stronger and more creative. His big plan is to find a way back to the coast and to stay there for good so he can surf the livelong day.

4 comments

  1. I think we all need help, but I have never been good at asking for it. I don’t mind asking people to help others, but when it comes to my own personal causes and concerns, I waver. It feels selfish, somehow, to ask another person to help me. (Though people right-left-and-center have no problem asking me to help them. And, I don’t mind. I just wish I could tap into whatever it is they’re drinking. 🙂 )

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