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9.25.2012

Honesty Means I Love You; Indifference Means I Don't Care.


I am, at heart, a survivalist. I've had to be. I've learned through other's actions that I’m the only one who’ll take care of me. Sure, people wax poetic about how they'll always be there for you, and they will be... until it gets too difficult or they have better things to do. The only true exceptions I've found to this are my Mother and Husband. But everyone else? They're so very quick to condemn you for not swooping in to rescue them from the bad situations that they've gotten themselves into, when they themselves wouldn't do the same for you.

You got into debt? Get yourself out of it. You drank yourself blind? Deal with the consequences. You got hooked on pills? Go to rehab. You're stuck in a bad relationship? Get out of it.

I'm a friend, not a fairy godmother. You're a grownup capable of making your own decisions; you’re capable of dealing with the aftermath. So suck it up when you fuck it up. That's what I've had to do.

That's why I won't tell you that I'll always be there for you. I'll tell you that in order to survive I will look out for me and mine, and if I can help you I will do so to the best of my ability. The only caveat being that it doesn't affect me negatively. That's not to say I don't care about the wellbeing of others, because I do. However, when it comes down to it, sometimes I simply care about me more. No, no... I'm not heartless. I'm just honest. I will take a bullet for any child. I’ll jump in front of a train for my husband. I’ll gladly give my last dollar to my mother. I’ll give up any excess in my life to help a person truly in need. I’ll offer moral support to anyone who needs it and I’ll keep a secret forever. That's about it. And I make no qualms about it.

©Flippa Bird
(Honesty means I love you; indifference means I don't care)
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This weeks word is BLIND
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16 comments:

  1. Here here! I heartily agree. So many people are in the places they are because of choices. No one forced you to stick that needle in your arm or have that drink!

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  2. This is great writing. The, sort of, ranting style seems perfect for the point you are trying to get across. I'm not sure that I agree that all friends are that unwilling to help, but I think there are limits to what friends, as opposed to family, will do.

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    1. There should be limits, I suppose. At some point we all need to take responsibility for our actions and say, "Hey, it was ALL me." ;)

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  3. Well done! I really like this one as I can relate with it.

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    1. Thank you! That's a great compliment to me. :)

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  4. This is a great post. I deal with people evry day that expect me to get them out of their problems. Great writing.

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  5. Oh my gosh! I so agree with you.

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  6. there is a point where being a little selfish with your time and aid is necessary. you can't be expected to help everyone who can't help themselves.
    on a slightly off note, i had an adviser from Scotland who said she had trouble adjusting to American life because of the 'independence'. she wasn't use to asking for help; where she came from, help was simply given. here, sometimes asking for help is looked down upon because it's 'dependence'. not that this directly relates to your piece, but it brought it to mind.

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    1. And here I always thought we Americans were always looking for handouts hehehe... ;)

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  7. As a social worker, I agree that we have to help ourselves and those we love before we can help anyone else. It's like on the airplane when they tell you to put on your mask first. It's not cold to do that, you have to to be capable of helping.
    Thanks for playing along again. We hope to see you back soon.

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    1. Thank you! I'm really enjoying these challenges. :)

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