I don’t really do anything worthwhile. Or at least that is what it sounds like when it is talked about. “You didn’t have to do that” “you don’t feel like that do you” I must really not be good at anything, and I really did think I was helping. But I guess I should keep to what I am good at, being in the way.
I have what I need, a place so no one will need to deal with clean up, and I have the know how. Courage is the thing I need and let me tell you my courage grows everyday.
I will probably delete this when I wakeup in the morning because I am a coward, but soon I will have the strength and need the relief enough.
Well it seems to be the only place I am unless I am alone. If I try to help it seems everyone has to work around me and my contribution is the part that didn’t really need done in the first place. It is the part you give the incompetent person to keep them busy while you do the real stuff.