hassle

for some reason, everyone that comes into my life to give advice/assistance, ends up bringing hassles. do i walk around with a flashing neon sign above my hed that reads “mother me” ? I do not think so. but apparently, everyone seems to think that i need mothering. my mother is mothering me, my boyfriend tells my mother to not mother me so much, my mother tells me to tell him that he shouldn’t interfere (when he’s actually offering real time support, long-term solution options, as well as immediate support.) my friend offers imediate house-hunting help, and she ends up mothing me, gets into a ‘discussion’ about what i’m doing, whether i’m making the right decisions, when i’ve been over these issues a million times with so many people. it’s just that they all care. i know this, i appreciate this, hell, at times, i even need it. but, oi. i don’t need them all arguing between each other.

how the hell do i inspire these things? it seems that everyone i meet, wants to take care of me, wap me in bubble wrap, and never let me out there to make the decision, much less find out if it is a mistake.

not to worry though. it will all pass, decisions will be made, action will take place, and i will cope. even if it does turn out to be a mistake, i will survive.

cue Gloria Gaynor