Good people
I’ve found that there are very few truly good people in the world. People who will go out of their way to help you out, pick you up when you’re down. People who will give a homeless man and his dog a dollar instead of turning away in disgust. Everyone’s just trying to make a living, so why can’t we all work together?
I’d like to think that I’m one of those few good people, but some days I just can’t bring myself to do someone another favour. Drive them to the grocery store again, drive them to the beer store again, drive them halfway across the city again. It’s not the money that gets to me. I’ve rarely been given gas money and that doesn’t bother me. It’s all those times I go out of my way to help them out, without a thanks or some of their time in return. And I’ve learned that time is valuable. More valuable than money. Especially when you have 3 assignments and a ridiculous lab due in the next few days. And I’d also like to say that who cares about an assignment and a lab, right? I mean, in the grand scheme of things they won’t make a difference. But right now, when I need to pass my courses so I can get my degree, they do matter. So that trip to the grocery store as a favour to a friend, does make a difference. I’m too nice to say “No, I can’t.” I feel terrible letting someone down. I don’t want them to think I’m a bad person because I can’t afford to do them another favour, when really, they should feel bad for asking me to give up part of my life for theirs. I have a hard time being selfish sometimes.
Anyways I just want to say thanks to my new good friend for encouraging me to start this blog. I’m really glad that we have both taken the time to get to know each other. I feel better already. I hope that we end up really good friends because guy friends just aren’t cutting it anymore. You know who you are!!!
November 4, 2007 at 12:41 am
It’s true, right? I used to run an improv club but people would only come every so often, and just didn’t appreciate the fact that I was giving up time to help them. I was teaching them, and really not so much enjoying myself as enjoying watching them progress. But if they don’t show, they can’t learn. And I felt so unappreciated that I stopped teaching this year. And now the club sucks and I feel bad