Givers and Takers.

In life, there are givers and takers.

Sometimes, actually very rarely, let's try twice in a green moon, twice in a green moon, I feel like I'm the only giver in my world. I feel like everyone is just taking from me. No-one's giving me anything back.
Giving doesn't make me angry, quite the opposite. But then I get angry at myself for being such a cheerful giver. Which I shouldn't be. Shouldn't be angry that is. Mmm.
Doesn't matter anyway, cos this feeling passes like that. And then doesn't rear its ugly head for a while.
I'm so grateful for the people in my life that are givers; I think they're beautiful.
I'm also grateful for the takers though. Not quite sure what about them I'm grateful for, but it's something.
I think I should take note from takers. You gotta have the balance, but for some reason, I don't like it when I realise I'm taking.

I do wish someone would buy me food that they knew I loved and stuff it in my pidgeon hole.
Or that someone would just drop me an unprompted text counting the ways in which they loved me. Or just telling me that they did.
Or that someone would swing by my house just to see how I was doing with some work that was proving to be pretty tricky.
Or that someone would write me a song.
Or just buy me something because they remembered that I needed it.

Now making that list I feel like a terrible ingrate. Because people do wonderful things for me all the time, and I honestly do appreciate them. But maybe I'm blinded by my own constant desire to do things for other people. Or I can't see anything cos I'm too high up on my bloody pedestal of "being a giver in life". That is so rubbish, I don't wanna be.

Uggh, I hate these harsh realisations.

Be more appreciative, Sazza, more appreciative.