Jelly
And because Jelly was uncomfortable with being needed she had trained herself not to need in return.
-A Collection of Beauties at the Height of their Popularity
Whitney Otto
I also have my moments of being needed.
And though these “being needed” instances flatter me every once in a while, I also know about the discomfort of being needed. For instance, JR needs me to create a “scholarly” (not mushy, he emphasized) profile of Zig. It’s flattering that he picked me out of a handful of UP ACE members. I didn’t even sign up for that org, come to think of it, but he says I’m a member anyway.
The discomfort of being needed in this scenario comes when the deadline is fast approaching and I still haven’t written, much less started writing a scholarly (first of, define "scholarly") piece the way he needs me to. So I argue with myself that I didn’t volunteer for this writing project anyway, but at the back of my mind I feel pressured. I hate the idea of disappointing people; I hate the idea of falling short of other people’s expectations.
So it’s a struggle between loving the idea of being needed and the reality of not living up to it. Thus, the discomfort.
The result: I have a half-done Zig profile. The due date is long since over but JR says it’s okay, because we’re not coming out with an August edition anyway because of thesis pressures. How very anti-climactic.
-A Collection of Beauties at the Height of their Popularity
Whitney Otto
I also have my moments of being needed.
And though these “being needed” instances flatter me every once in a while, I also know about the discomfort of being needed. For instance, JR needs me to create a “scholarly” (not mushy, he emphasized) profile of Zig. It’s flattering that he picked me out of a handful of UP ACE members. I didn’t even sign up for that org, come to think of it, but he says I’m a member anyway.
The discomfort of being needed in this scenario comes when the deadline is fast approaching and I still haven’t written, much less started writing a scholarly (first of, define "scholarly") piece the way he needs me to. So I argue with myself that I didn’t volunteer for this writing project anyway, but at the back of my mind I feel pressured. I hate the idea of disappointing people; I hate the idea of falling short of other people’s expectations.
So it’s a struggle between loving the idea of being needed and the reality of not living up to it. Thus, the discomfort.
The result: I have a half-done Zig profile. The due date is long since over but JR says it’s okay, because we’re not coming out with an August edition anyway because of thesis pressures. How very anti-climactic.