Introspection

Following up on the last item, I realized it doesn’t hurt with a bit of introspection. And I know, I am very bad in asking for help. Mind you, not when it comes to practical such, there I actually excel. No problem at all asking for help to put a picture up, to get a lift to somewhere, to ask for physiotherapy after my operation, to put an Ikea table together or to get assistance with my plants. No problem whatsoever asking for this type of help.

But never in my life have I asked for emotional help. When I grew up it wasn’t hip to be “crazy”. In those days you ended up in a mental hospital. And I don’t mean I’m going bananas now, but it seems to me that now many people are “emotional”, “insulted” or merely “offended” for little things. I was brought up to fend for myself, if you want something go get it, and feelings were never part of it.

Not that my childhood were loveless, far from it, but we never talked about feelings. They were surely there, but you hid them. So for me to say that I need somebody will never happen. I will never say, please come and spend the evening with me ‘cause I need to talk, or please let me cry on your shoulder. Never.

And it’s good to know my true friends understand that. So I won’t have to ask.