I could make this whole post some social commentary about the social and cultural conditioning of women.
I'll spare you, the potential reader.
What I do find frustrating, however, is the backfiring of caring. What's this, you ask? Simple. I love people. I will always love people. I will always give everything I've got to other people - to the point of self-sacrifice. It is a conscious choice I make, one I love making. What irritates me is when people don't quite know when to stop taking me up on it, and when I don't know that I should be assertive so that I don't reach threshold.
Threshold is a bad place for me to be. I get very, very crabby.
There are times in all of my relationships that I feel like I'm taken for granted, which, as I'm coming to learn, is really part of the human condition. Let's face it, if we showed our true appreciation for everything others do for us, we'd be almost grovelling until we were blue and out of time.
The Spawn sleeps. It's time for me.
I don't mind sharing this time with others. I do mind when sharing this time means I am confronted with more worry. I promise, I run household budget numbers through my head daily, almost hourly. I promise, I know that the dishes are dirty. I promise, I know that a new study has found a new poison in something that my daughter might play with or consume. I promise, I know that I should see the doctor about my gallbladder/womanparts/eyes/excessive mucous. I promise, I know what time it is, and yes, I remember everything I have to do tomorrow.
Me time often equates gaming, and when it doesn't, reflection, and when I'm not doing that, I'm probably doing homework. I'm actually enjoying homework. It's computers. What have I been doing for the past seven years with my academic career other than spinning in circles?
The point of this post is - I am a caring human being. Many of you are caring human beings. It needs to be okay for those of us who are compassionate to say "LOL GTFO OF MY KOOLAID FRSRZBZNZ" once in awhile. Not like that. But in some form. And to those we take care of in some form or fashion, please, seriously, me time doesn't mean we love you any less or care about you any less.
It just means that I'd like to prevent any brain hemorrhage that might be lurking up there, and to do that, I need some space. Thanks.
I'll spare you, the potential reader.
What I do find frustrating, however, is the backfiring of caring. What's this, you ask? Simple. I love people. I will always love people. I will always give everything I've got to other people - to the point of self-sacrifice. It is a conscious choice I make, one I love making. What irritates me is when people don't quite know when to stop taking me up on it, and when I don't know that I should be assertive so that I don't reach threshold.
Threshold is a bad place for me to be. I get very, very crabby.
There are times in all of my relationships that I feel like I'm taken for granted, which, as I'm coming to learn, is really part of the human condition. Let's face it, if we showed our true appreciation for everything others do for us, we'd be almost grovelling until we were blue and out of time.
The Spawn sleeps. It's time for me.
I don't mind sharing this time with others. I do mind when sharing this time means I am confronted with more worry. I promise, I run household budget numbers through my head daily, almost hourly. I promise, I know that the dishes are dirty. I promise, I know that a new study has found a new poison in something that my daughter might play with or consume. I promise, I know that I should see the doctor about my gallbladder/womanparts/eyes/excessive mucous. I promise, I know what time it is, and yes, I remember everything I have to do tomorrow.
Me time often equates gaming, and when it doesn't, reflection, and when I'm not doing that, I'm probably doing homework. I'm actually enjoying homework. It's computers. What have I been doing for the past seven years with my academic career other than spinning in circles?
The point of this post is - I am a caring human being. Many of you are caring human beings. It needs to be okay for those of us who are compassionate to say "LOL GTFO OF MY KOOLAID FRSRZBZNZ" once in awhile. Not like that. But in some form. And to those we take care of in some form or fashion, please, seriously, me time doesn't mean we love you any less or care about you any less.
It just means that I'd like to prevent any brain hemorrhage that might be lurking up there, and to do that, I need some space. Thanks.
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