Hold My Hand

I’m stressed out.  This is nothing new. Today was a long, frustrating day.  It’s a pay week, so as per usual, I’m dealing with a lot of needy folks and doing a LOT more hand-holding than I should be.

You got a job, you’re a fucking grown up.  Put on your big-boy pants and take some responsibility.  There is such a thing as a stupid question.  Have some common sense.

Fuckin’ NEEDY, man.  But part of me wants to yell at these people.  I’m sick of making exceptions because people can’t get their shit together.  Then they whine and complain to everyone possible until they get their way.  It’s like personal responsibility doesn’t exist anymore.

I wanna be that pathetic and needy and get away with it.  I’m so used to picking up the pieces, though.  And I’m certainly not used to asking for what I want/need.  Not without a lot of guilt.  I wouldn’t even know what to ask for, at this stage of the game.  I don’t think I know what I need.

…just venting out frustration…

About meredithelaine

forty-something. jersey girl in texas via california.
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