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What do you do when you don't know what to do?

 So last night was a perfect example of "i'm fucked" unless i reach out for help.  Not everything in life can be taken on by yourself.  Sometimes, you just need to ask for help.

That isn't easy for me on so many levels.  In a relationship, my expectation is that we help each other when needed and possible.  But "outsiders", friends, family, the general public........no.  You take care of it yourself.  Even if the results are not ideal.

However, if i saw someone in need, which i have (the angry man terrorizing the car full of women in a parking lot in newington)....I'm going to give assistance, even if not asked.

We have one life.  We cannot walk through it as if other people don't matter, or as if we don't need them.  As much as we would like to believe that, it's not true.

So do better.  Ask for help when needed instead of struggling and possibly making the situation worse and having it removed from your hands entirely.  There is no shame in asking for help.  AND offer help.  Do not be blind to the people around you and how you can help someone in need.  Especially this time of year.  I'm not talking about handing out your money, so much as - try to make peoples lives shine a little brighter.  Smile.  look them in the face.  Let them know they are seen.  Sometimes, thats all it takes.  

I saw on tiktok (shut up i know) that a woman takes all her pocketbooks that she doesn't want anymore (that she would donate to a charity) and fills them with women's essentials (chap stick, hand lotion, sanitary products, face wipes, etc.) and keeps them in her trunk.  When she comes across a homeless woman she simply gives her the bag.

What that woman does with it: be appreciate or tell her to fuck off, is HER business.  She can throw it away if she wants, but the giver tried.  It's nothing to be offended by.  Many homeless people are mentally ill.  They might tell you to fuck off and then go use what you gave them and find some kind of pleasure in it.  Or not.  We don't control other people.  Only ourselves.

Can we save the world by giving out old pocketbooks and trial size hygiene products? Probably not.  But it's a start.  It that were the mentality instead of "get a job you loser" when you know nothing about that person.........maybe we would start on a kinder world.

Tis the season.  Sad that there is a season of giving and not a constant state of being.  We need to take care of each other.  This state of "haves" and "have nots" is easily solved when judgement and fear are taken from the equation.

Thats my thought of the day. 

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