Not for any particularly upsetting reason (a few months ago, it was a slightly low iron level and this weekend, it was a recent booster shot) but nonetheless, it's a little frustrating. I am trying to give, people. TO GIVE.
Apparently, a life of charity is not so simple.
It's a busy time of year, what with all the religious hoopla and a whole rash of birthdays, all at once. It means an abundance of "family time" which, as you can imagine, is oh-so-relaxing.
My parents (bless their evil hearts) are on a campaign designed to worry me into leaving my job.
They regularly try to convince me that I make no money and will soon be landing in a cardboard box . I think the long-term goal of the campaign (which, to be fair, is well-designed and insidious, founded on the principle of the sneak-attack) is to get me to return to the golden handcuffs. You know, a fat pay cheque, a good title, a career they can brag about.
In my more charitable moments, I try to remind myself that they do this because they mean well. They're worried and in transferring that worry to me they are only trying to help.
But like I said, that's in my charitable moments. In my regular moments, I think they're being asshats for no reason, as is the Selk family way.
What's the right thing to do? To strive to give, if you can. No matter how many times we are beaten back, they key is to keep going back, sleeves rolled up, heart filled with naivete.
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