I generally try not to get down on myself. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, and do unto others. I try to support people I love – family and friends, even those I’ve never met in person but only know on the Interwebz. I don’t ask or expect much in return – a thank you, a smile, and then when I need it, a little returned support.
I have noticed anymore that people are just downright rude. No one says “Thank You” anymore – I mean, I know people probably don’t write “Thank You Notes” anymore (I always do), but at least acknowledge people’s efforts. I have also noticed that people think it is ok to say, “No offense” before any statement and it won’t hurt the other person’s feelings.
What’s worse, when I need support, no one is there for me.
Usually, I’m pretty stoic about stuff like that.
But I am feeling a little needy here lately – huge amounts of stress with work, a new business, and school starting in about a month – well, my nerves are a bit frayed, and I need someone to just tell me things will be ok. Stroke my hair and tell me I’m pretty. Give me a piece of chocolate. A glass of wine. A “Hey, you look cute.” Anything.
I have my launch party scheduled for next month. I sent invitations to that launch party a month in advance. My sister can’t come – she has to work, and that gives her a pass. My bestie more than likely has to work that day too – but booked a party for herself. My nieces can’t come – they have other parties/etc. Another “friend” told me today if I were selling Pampered Chef she’d come because she likes that stuff.
Seriously – you can’t just come and give me some support? Have a glass of wine? Pretend to be excited for me?
I would do it for them.
I realize direct sales stuff isn’t for everyone. I’m ok with that. I can’t tell you how many parties I’ve gone to, how many things I’ve ordered that I didn’t need, all because a friend was doing it and I wanted to show them I was supporting them.
It makes me sad.
It also makes me want to reconsider what I do for other people.
I guess I expect too much out of humanity.
Bah. Bugger. Whatever.
I’ll remember this next time. It doesn’t mean I won’t do what I normally do, but I will remember where to go when I do need someone to help me out.