i've never been one to ask for help. the idea in itself is just...well, i don't like it. some may say i'm too stubborn to admit to my shortcomings.
i say, "what shortcomings?"
at the same time, however, i'm never unwilling to lend a helping hand to anyone in need of it. so, despite the fact that i hate to think myself insufficient when it comes to being independent, when others need me...i'm there.
but what really kills me; like, really, really kills me...is when those people you've helped -without question or complaint, mind you -aren't there to reciprocate in those extremely rare occasions, even if it requires something as simple as pinning a few pieces of cloth together for a certain, unnamed person's, halloween costume.
like, seriously. after everything i do for you...day in AND day out, you can't spare five minutes of your ever-so-"precious" time to stick a few needles into what was supposed to be a hanging curtain?!
i guess that would be a negative.
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