Wimp Rehab
For some reason, my sister and I have always attracted the kind of friends that are emotionally unstable, and extremely needy. Not all of our friends, but there's always that one friend that will drain us until we can give no more. It's not that they are daring enough at first to ask us to give and give and give. No, in the beginning, it's more like a co-miserating session, (or in reality, Kandy and I just sitting there, not getting paid to be their shrink). And it's not like they ever listen to what we say anyhow. So why do we even try? Because we're 'Fixers,' and 'Good little helpers.' We're just too nice, and we also have a magnet on our head that says, 'Attention moochers, and users! The party starts here!' Anyway, then they start trying to make us feel sorry for them. Then if that doesn't work, they lay a guilt trip on us. I used to cave in and ask if they needed my help all the friggin' time. I truly did feel sorry for them. I knew that they had a messed up home life, or past, or something. I felt like, maybe I'm the only one that is there for them right now. What if I never helped them? Would their world cease to exist? For a while, that's what they tried to make it seem like. I'm not so easily swayed these days. I'm not selfish either. I just know my limits now. And I can also spot a moocher a mile away. I'm still friends most these people. Not very close. But we still talk for the token ten minute catch-up conversation. That's about all I can take from them. If I stay talking any longer than that, I'll get sucked into the trap once again. Don't they know I'm in wimp rehab?