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When they need you: they come over to your place, share a meal and a good time.
When you need them: You sit alone at home, not making any effort to reach out and not going to their house like they did yours, instead stewing in your own bitterness.
This is some 10th grade level pessimism
You never know unless you ask. And if no one ever helps, look for new friends/family.
To be fair, Sonny isn’t at the table because he was murdered. Fredo is f at the table because you murdered him.
I think that’s the brother-in-law (also murdered) and the sister (mad bc you murdered her husband) too, right? The consigliere’s out cleaning up the fallout from all the murders, and the guy in the doorway I think was murdered bc he betrayed you. Need to make new
murder victimsfriends!
Late ‘00s Facebook is leaking
2nd picture, the boys are out buying your groceries and doing your laundry for you so you can take a break
What if I told you that, when I help others, I don’t do so expecting them to return the favor in the future? It’d be great if they did, I am sure some of them will, and many of them have, but that was never what it was about.
Be detached from the fruit of your actions and you will not suffer disappointment.
One can either be cynical about it and don‘t help others ever, because they can‘t expect it to ever be reciprocated by the ones you help or others, or they can help for the sake of helping.
The former can make one more cold and isolated, whilst the later, even if they enjoy the act of helping others just by itself, can burn one out.
My approach to this is trying to be helpful by default, but setting and communicating limits. In finding a healthy balance lies the art, as with so many other things in life.
My boyfriend asked me why I kept helping people when they don’t appreciate me, and I told him honestly that I never help more than is painless for be, but also, I made a decision about who I want to be, and I won’t let other people being assholes change that.
The one in a million person whose life is touch, who really needed it, who can live a better, happier life because of me, is worth fifty assholes. Maybe even a hundred.
definitely agree 100%. i had a problem saying yes to most things which led to mental burn out. now isolation has led to more happiness, but definitely still figuring out how to get the balance right.
Sometimes helping someone without expecting anything is best, I’ve been betrayed & abandoned by most of my friends that I’ve helped when I’m still in top condition.
Nowadays although I’ve fallen into miserable lives, I’m still helping someone as best as i could because that’s how i am & no one can change itLearned this when my dad died and I reached out to all of my buddies to help me get through it. They all disappeared.
