A light bulb moment this morning, which has been coming on for a while...
As years passed, I found myself becoming more and more reclusive. When I retired, after my husband died, I did the van and RV thing, solo with my dogs. Spent much time in the wildernesses and on the road. I often wondered what I was running away from? And this morning, after eight years, I finally figured it out. I'm too nice.
I recently returned to the S&B lifestyle, in a very small town where "everybody is sooo nice!" I felt I didn't have to watch my back since this is Mayberry. Making new friends! Inviting people over. Helping others. Putting myself out there. And guess what? It's the same thing all over again. I moved cross country, no help. All those who offered to help me just disappeared. The very ones who just weeks before I had spent two days unloading their multiple U-Haul loads. Invited people for Thanksgiving and New Years, everybody raved about what a great time they had. I wasn't invited to their house warming party nor the Super Bowl party. A person who is currently living in a borrowed cargo trailer on her land while her new house is being built is dealing with the single digit cold. I invited her to stay with me during the cold nights. She and her little dog came once for four days, didn't cook, clean, was treated like a Guest. Didn't contribute to food or anything else. Didn't help shovel snow. Didn't pick up after her dog. She announced two days ago she would be back this week and I said, "Oh, I'll need to go grocery shopping then." She said she would bring something. She brought a bag of salad greens and a container of blueberries. She plans on staying several days. It's my fault, I know. She's even said staying here is like a five star hotel.
Yesterday I had an appointment with an attorney to finalize a new will, advance directive, etc. While there, we also discussed problems I'm having with a local company I hired to do some work on my house. He told me, "You're being too nice." Several people have said that to me recently and I didn't think much about it. But this morning, when I woke up at 1:00 am and thought about how I'm being taken advantage of by others (my "friends"), the urge to pick up and hit the road came back and I realized it's because my "niceness" gets me hurt so I withdraw or run away. One thought led to another and now I wonder...
Is that why so many live a mobile lifestyle, because they're too nice?
Are you??
As years passed, I found myself becoming more and more reclusive. When I retired, after my husband died, I did the van and RV thing, solo with my dogs. Spent much time in the wildernesses and on the road. I often wondered what I was running away from? And this morning, after eight years, I finally figured it out. I'm too nice.
I recently returned to the S&B lifestyle, in a very small town where "everybody is sooo nice!" I felt I didn't have to watch my back since this is Mayberry. Making new friends! Inviting people over. Helping others. Putting myself out there. And guess what? It's the same thing all over again. I moved cross country, no help. All those who offered to help me just disappeared. The very ones who just weeks before I had spent two days unloading their multiple U-Haul loads. Invited people for Thanksgiving and New Years, everybody raved about what a great time they had. I wasn't invited to their house warming party nor the Super Bowl party. A person who is currently living in a borrowed cargo trailer on her land while her new house is being built is dealing with the single digit cold. I invited her to stay with me during the cold nights. She and her little dog came once for four days, didn't cook, clean, was treated like a Guest. Didn't contribute to food or anything else. Didn't help shovel snow. Didn't pick up after her dog. She announced two days ago she would be back this week and I said, "Oh, I'll need to go grocery shopping then." She said she would bring something. She brought a bag of salad greens and a container of blueberries. She plans on staying several days. It's my fault, I know. She's even said staying here is like a five star hotel.
Yesterday I had an appointment with an attorney to finalize a new will, advance directive, etc. While there, we also discussed problems I'm having with a local company I hired to do some work on my house. He told me, "You're being too nice." Several people have said that to me recently and I didn't think much about it. But this morning, when I woke up at 1:00 am and thought about how I'm being taken advantage of by others (my "friends"), the urge to pick up and hit the road came back and I realized it's because my "niceness" gets me hurt so I withdraw or run away. One thought led to another and now I wonder...
Is that why so many live a mobile lifestyle, because they're too nice?
Are you??