...but I'm just
Why Give A Crap What I Say? It's JUST me.
Why should you give a crap about me? I have no idea... BUT....I want to thank you for joining me on my journey of a super shitty - averagely happy - drama filled - absolutely hilariously funny life. I clearly feel the need to spill my guts about what is happening in my life to people I don't know. The funniest most off color TRUE stories you've ever heard - and when you least expect it, you'll cry like a baby.
The photo you are seeing is "my" yard in the summer. A home is not a place it is the inhabitants that make it a home.
With love, Alyce
August 26, 2012
August 2, 2012
|Some would say this is my mantra.|
I'm not a person that "asks" for things or favors. Friends of mine do wonderfully generous things for me. They offer. "Do you need a ride?" "Can I bring you coffee?" Etc...
Let me say that I know this happens. I'm not a blithering idiot that doesn't see people at their most generous. I always ask, "Why the hell would anybody do anything for me?" Yet, I have still not found the answer to that question.
I am really very thankful, I am just have trouble wrapping my head around it.
Recently (like within the last 6 months) I've been called an ingrate, elitist, non-understanding bitch. This came from people who gave me the most generous gift, their time. I never asked, they just did it.
People tell me often that I believe "It's All About Alyce." Alyce, that's me. How can people say it's all about Alyce when Alyce...
- doesn't ask for anything?
- has never broken someone's heart.
- shares with friends and family more than I can sometimes.
- listens with a concerned ear.
- takes shit when she knows she should be throwin' it.
I've been in therapy for more then 3, that's right three decades. I've talked, debated, cried, laughed and realized that it's a never ending process. That's the beauty of being a mental patient doctor - you never graduate from going. Seeing a therapist is a lifelong commitment. The only reason to break up with this doctor is because you're moving - NOT because you've figured it out.
My husbands death solidified (as if I didn't know), it's not about me alone. It's about my children and me, or my friends and me, or my family and me, or the man who walks by my side and me.
I gotta say the common thread in all these relationships is I'm there. So, perhaps it is all about me.
- My choice to dis-continue relationships that are, well, not great...
- My choice to live out of my comfort zone ;-)
- My choice to cultivate relationships
- My choice to return favors the best way I know how
Recently I asked for something - I didn't get it <I didn't think I would> but I still asked. It did take upwards of 3 hours for me for me say it. But I said it.
I'm not sure what I thought would happen if I asked. I know what I thought - I thought I'd be rejected. I hate that. Rejected (or so I thought) is what happened. But, I didn't die - I didn't throw up - I might have eaten more at dinner than usual - but other than that I was fine.
I originally said I was an idiot for asking someone to do something for me, as it didn't work like I hoped it might.
What the hell, it didn't really hurt to ask.