Thursday.

I’ve come to this realization that no one asks me for things. I can’t remember the last time someone asked for my help with something, or asked my opinion. Nor has anyone really asked to borrow anything of mine. It makes me feel a bit broken. I know enough people, but I’m not a go-to person for anyone – work doesn’t count! These ideas really seem to linger now that they’ve been realized. All the people I know can’t all be wrong about me, which must mean what? I’m bad at advice? I complain too much? My opinions come with a price tag? I have nothing of value to contribute! I’m not sure but have all the uncomfortable feelings now.

I thought of that when I was contemplating reaching out to someone for reassurance. What right do I have to ask anyone? I am the annoyance, the fly in the ointment. I am the problem, apparently.

D.M.