Chicken gyro salad with tzatziki dressing and bulgar. I worked 10 long hours, came home and prepped and made this. It’s not a fave and it feels like it’s missing something but I made it and I’m starving and it’s tasty enough. I sort of feel like I leveled up in adulting today. Or I will have after I clean up the kitchen. #hellofreshpics
Growing up an only child, I never had any peers to ask for help, or assistance or companionship. As a single, introverted adult I’m very much in the same boat.
I just. I’m trying to have this thought about “asking for help” and I’m just … who do I even ask? What do I ask for? I legitimately don’t even know.
For example. At work, we share a workload because we’re a small unit. Like. My coworkers never have trouble asking for help and rebalancing the workload as needed through the day, whereas I will keep staggering forward until someone finally says, “Hey, can I do that for you?” Because it never even occurred to me that I could ask. Because there was never anyone to ask, and I never had the words to know what to ask for.
This is just a proto-thought forming.
Like, I could be completely sinking but I still wouldn’t know that I even could ask for help until someone pointed out that I might be drowning.
So it follows, that even as I am probably, legitimately sinking that a normal person would have asked for help ages ago, and probably gotten it.
Me? Not so much. On any account.
Who is there to ask? What could they even do?
I am a rock, I am an island.
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