Bluddy Nice Bloke That Cameron, Bluddy Nice….
Yes, very good of me to say so 😉
Good morning world and thanks for tuning in to yet another day here on Planet Magnet. A day that is sure to offer great things along with a much improved mindset simply because of the fact that it is Friday tomorrow and we all know that’s when the weekend starts!
Today has not even started for me yet and I already know I am so busy I am wondering when I will be able to fit in not only my lunch but several planned jobs, some writing and most important of all, my trip to the gym, which let’s face it I can’t miss after yesterdays post chastising myself for that very thing where I say I don’t have enough time to go. I must simply prioritise and think of myself first because if yesterday was anything to go by, I am absolutely certain I put myself last at every turn…..
Not this old chestnut again?
Yes, I am wondering this myself.
I suppose I feel I can share with you guys and get my feedback and thoughts straight so I can carry on with my day ahead, unburdened of silly issues. Blogging offers a catharsis I have not really encountered before and is kind of equal to unloading of all ones problems. Todays issue will be without doubt a knee jerk reaction to the crazy few days I have jut experienced. I can wear my heart on my sleeve at times even though I have been told that if someone has me for a friend, they have literally won the “friend lottery” as there is very little I won’t do for my friends.
Being a highly regarded “Bluddy Nice Bloke” may be all well and good most days, but living it at the expense of your own timeframe can begin to take the shine off of the life reaffirmation helping others can bring the sole.
I have spoken before about the fact that as a larger person I would almost definitely define myself by helping everyone as much as I could, never learning to use the word No, but this is an ingrained and longstanding habit whose residual effects seem to hang around much after the fat man has left the room. Maybe it is simply ingrained in me and I am simply someone who likes to help others or maybe I am a bit of a martyr? I find this odd because I can say No and I can say I will do something but not until I have time.
However, yesterday was a prime example of my inability to sometimes do neither.
Now I know you do for friends and family but when it means that you can’t see the wood for the trees it does become a trifle too much on occasion. There are certain people in my life whom I would help all day and everyday so why should the ones who make me write posts such as this be any different? I am still giving up my time in just the same way, I am still putting others first before I meet my own requirements but for some reason I find I get more wound up by some than others.
My phone literally goes ALL day long, ringing, texting, or emails and notifications. I have tasks of my own that I want to complete, I have posts such as this to write, work to do for my charity walk (see top menu) I have a dog whom I wish to walk and I have a date with the gym that I don’t like to break yet I still find myself struggling to fit it all in because I am still that “Bluddy Good Bloke”helping everyone else first but I can’t help myself.
Maybe I’m wired wrong?
Maybe I should simply suck it up and be thankful that I have some amazing friends, because lets face it, in this day and age it is easy to become a very insular and lonely person who never really interacts with others, not having any group they can refer to as friends.
I know it is a silly rant but it is one that must come out every now and then. I wonder if must learn to say no a little more than I currently do?
Don’t get me wrong I have friends who will always help me out, who have always been there for me and will continue to be so. Perhaps this moaning is actually an unfounded whinge on my part?
I suppose I will struggle to find out if I am always willing to jump to it for everyone?
But will I ever change?
Was my needing to please people some other part of my make up and not related to valuing myself more as a fat man if I was helping others out?
I suppose if I sat and thought about it, had a head shrinker to ask the right questions I may get to the bottom of it, but maybe if I am honest I have no idea if I really do actually mind.
After all, it is a nice feeling to be wanted.
It’s just that somedays I feel I might prefer more of a “WANTED, Dead or Alive. Reward $100,000” wanted feeling.
At least that way I could get MY jobs done whilst I was in the local Sheriffs wooden jail waiting for my friends to come and bust me out of Dodge…..
Stay out of the fridge.