...and Wouldn't Change A Thing.
I am too trusting. I hear that from those who care about me. From my father, from my husband. Too quickly, I feel like I know people. I'm too willing to help. I was worse when I was younger. When I first moved to the city, it was probably a year before I had any extra spending money to spend on myself, because I gave it all to every homeless person who asked me for it. How naive I must have seemed. Then, the subtle switch. "I don't have any money for you, but I have some sandwiches in my car, if you're hungry." Nobody wanted food. How dumb I felt. Why should I buy your booze with the money I worked for when I could use it to buy my booze?
I felt so...disillusioned. A small part of my character changed. I miss being so trusting. I miss genuinely caring about everybody I encountered. I know it's an impractical way to live, especially in THIS city.
What's wrong with loving people easily? What's wrong with making the choice to be strong enough to endure deception and pain. SOMEBODY has to love people.
unobserver 31-35, F 7 Responses 3 Jun 13, 2010