I hate moments in life where I must decide whether or not be responsible or to do what I want to do. It’s not as if I am deciding to quit the responsibility, but rather to push it back a little. It becomes particularly hard when my decision affects other people.
For example, when a friend is in need of help when I am currently busy with an assignment. Or when my family asks a favour of me. Or when someone has a wedding or special event that I feel obliged to attend.
These decisions are always hard for me to make. I want to be responsible. I feel as if it’s my duty, at this age. But these choices keep coming up. And I keep hurting people. And if I help people, I hurt myself. I hate these choices.
November 28, 2009, 4:50pm
