I need help.
Not that I am helpless.
No, I am an intelligent, capable, healthy adult young man.
I am self-supportive, I'm a fast learner, I'm independent.
And I hate that.
Because 'being helped' is one of the most precious experiences I know. I love someone 'taking care of me'. Even if it is just with the small things in daily life. Someone teaching me how the coffee-machine works for instance. Or someone advising me to take my raincoat with me leaving home on a cloudy morning. Or people ringing me up to assist me posting something on a blog. Of course, I can do all these things by my self very easily. But when I am 'looked after', I feel safe, warm and so intimaly connected with that certain person - the helper. A bit like a child feeling protected by his parents.
So very often, I just pretend to be ignorant. Or unaware. But it is actually THEM that are unaware. Of the fact that I just pretend to be helpless...
But still, help me, folks. Help me.
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I love ringing people and check whether I can help them posting things on a blog.
Please let me believe you need me.
I want to be needed so badly.
Hi Caspar,
Somebody helped me out of the blue putting the you tube thing on the blog. I only entered a link....I share your feeling of NEED... Sue
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