Sunday, August 1, 2010

I Need A New Escape

Walking out of my house isn't as easy as it sounds. I need a plan. I need a ride. I need an explanation.

I've got Nada.

Alright alright
calm down calm down

I'm sending out three S.O.S's Lets see whose my savior.

Nada comes my way...

You're being impatient. I know I am. It's all about the logistics. What time is it? 5? Dinner time maybe... 6? still dinner time I think. I take a deep breath and leave my phone sitting in the other room. Good god when did I become this pathetic? Wasn't too long ago I would have never asked for another person's help. It's not about pride. It's about debt. I can't stand to owe anyone.
If my savior feels like it's no biggie, no worries, what are friends for, no pay backs, it was my pleasure, I feel guilty at their brush off. Logically I owe them. I don't want any favors. It would mean that I was incapable of taking care of myself. I know that there will be times nobody can avoid a favor, but hey let's keep it to a minimum shall we?
On the other hand, which happens way more in the practice of real life, my savior will feel elated to have helped a friend-- have them owe a debt. My rents were like that. They always used my moments of weakness against me.
Lets back up yeah?

It started with a hug. From a stranger.