between too much wine last night, 6 hours of painting today (a new maid portrait begun! that makes #3), dishes, laundry, sweeping, and favors for my neighbor, i'm pretty much sold on the idea that i've done enough for today. the clincher was that rather than just accepting my kindness, an offer of payment was made. over and over and over again. i can't stand that. we're friends! AH! JUST LET ME BE NICE! i like being nice and doing nice- it makes me feel good about myself. where's the problem? free for you, good for me. it's a win/win.
i forget what a callous, gluttonous place the world can be sometimes and that people are actually caught off guard by generosity and helpfulness. sad.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
2 comments:
Very true...people have trouble just saying thank you, and letting that be enough.
Maybe your neighbor just felt overwhelmingly grateful?
you're probably right. i've just been noticing lately that a lot of people seem to think something shady's going on when you're just trying to be nice... like you've got an agenda or something. sadly, i know that THAT is the case sometimes. it's definitely happened to me. i guess it just makes me sad that kindness is starting to be second-guessed most of the time.
maybe my idealistic naivety is rearing it's head right now.
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