Responsibility.
I hate that word.
It came to mind and stuck after…after I got pissed at my coworker for not being responsible (with my safety). I was actually looking for something to pin on him, making it all his fault.
But it never feels well when trying to throw someone under the bus. I wanted to blame him, but the conflicting emotions told me this was about ME, not him.
This was all in my head.
An hour later, I apologized for my bad mood, and he was cool with it. No issues between us the rest of the day.
Responsibility is something I’ve been mostly blind to. I work. I pay my bills. I look responsible. Others see me as hard working and responsible.
But a scared kid runs me most of the time, seeking the easiest, the least visible, and the (emotionally) safest route, if at all possible.
—f***, I actually use emotional words here…so others might “jump in and help”. The kid in me shouts in victory since he recruited someone else to take responsibility for me.
The victim mindset I’ve used is fully geared for others to “rescue me”, meaning another recruit is found. Poor me…puffy lipped…awwww…
Puke!
I just deleted a long sentence. I was trying to look mature and responsible. But today, and just now, I’m getting pieces of courage and truth. My emotional side feels weak in this, and I’m gonna have to learn how to be honest.
I’ve been scared of my pain too long. I believe as I begin to feel my self-love more, honesty will come much much easier.
Last point: this was all Stage 2. That excites me. I thought Khans were just persistent dicks (being honest there). I’d have never known things like personal responsibility were in a Khan’s makeup. I never knew this. I feel like such a newbie in real adulthood.