Me, me, me.
When did life start revolving just around me?
I have been so wrapped up in my own problems, my life changes, my existential boredom, me, me, me... It's not that I don't care about my friends' problems, or the starving children, or our dying Earth (honestly! I do! It's just so easy to let these slip out of my mind.)
Leah txted me this evening while I was watching the rugby and told me someone had broken into her house and taken her laptop. Now her house is on 3 stories, and her bedroom is on the bottom level and there is a second door there that she had forgotten to lock. So some creep had broken in and stolen the laptop while she was on the top floor. I asked her if she had called the police, but it never even crossed my mind to ask her if she was fine. HOW did I not think to ask if she was fine? I mean, obviously I figured out from her txt that she hadn't seen the guy, and he hadn't accosted her or anything but still. I was so focused on my knitting and I didn't ask.
I focus too much on my problems, that I don't see other people's struggles. Forest for the trees blablabla.
I found an entry in one of my old journals while I was packing up my things the other day. I had scribbled something like "I am going to try and be more generous. And nicer to people, And try to watch my mouth." It's been ten years since then, goddammit. I'm still not nice.
I have been so wrapped up in my own problems, my life changes, my existential boredom, me, me, me... It's not that I don't care about my friends' problems, or the starving children, or our dying Earth (honestly! I do! It's just so easy to let these slip out of my mind.)
Leah txted me this evening while I was watching the rugby and told me someone had broken into her house and taken her laptop. Now her house is on 3 stories, and her bedroom is on the bottom level and there is a second door there that she had forgotten to lock. So some creep had broken in and stolen the laptop while she was on the top floor. I asked her if she had called the police, but it never even crossed my mind to ask her if she was fine. HOW did I not think to ask if she was fine? I mean, obviously I figured out from her txt that she hadn't seen the guy, and he hadn't accosted her or anything but still. I was so focused on my knitting and I didn't ask.
I focus too much on my problems, that I don't see other people's struggles. Forest for the trees blablabla.
I found an entry in one of my old journals while I was packing up my things the other day. I had scribbled something like "I am going to try and be more generous. And nicer to people, And try to watch my mouth." It's been ten years since then, goddammit. I'm still not nice.