I remember asking my dad if I could help unload groceries into the fridge.
He said no.
And I remember losing it over that!
“Dad, I just wanted to help! Like THE BIG HELP, geez.”
I don’t know why I’d expected my dad to know of the Nickelodeon campaign, and at the same time, I had no idea why I’d been rebuffed on what I thought was simple enough.
Folks, I’m not often charged out of my indolence, but when I am, it is strong.
When I want to pitch in and feel like I can solve something, the urge is almost impossible to shake.
I hate when it’s shot down.
Hate.
In my journey on The Life Autistic, I’ve reflected on this more.
To try solving a problem, that can be a strong compulsion, obsession. As if, logically, we don’t see this as a problem unless we cannot solve it after trying.
Yeah, I get that it’s a waste of time sometimes. I may not be equipped for it.
And in the case of loading the fridge, my dad had a system. And it wasn’t one I’d have followed. (Gee, maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree here).
But to this day, when a problem, concern, task, or tinker comes up — I’m almost afraid of the urge.
Sometimes I just want a crack at solving something to prove it can’t be solved!
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