H. E. L. P.
I used to jump rope to this word
"Capital H. E. L. P."
It is a word I dislike using. I am one of those people who, in my own country, in my own city, in my own life, has great difficult asking for... help.
Take this fish out of her bowl and wow... can I ask for help
"Where is..." I don't believe in wasting time. We are trying to get somewhere, let's ask for directions. Let's get help. There is time and place for an adventure... if this is not one of those times, then help is required.
Another country, another language... I am all about seeking help. Not only will I ask for help, I will also admit to not understanding, admit that I honestly "do not know" something, and will happily request advice or guidance. Life is just too short for me to be lost or seeking information and be unwilling to find it from the natives.
Then why, pray tell, in my own life, in my own bowl, do I have such a hard time asking for help? Do I honestly believe that it is different on my stomping grounds? I suddenly become perfect, able to do everything and all knowing? Asking for help suddenly and magically becomes a sign of weakness?
I know this about myself. I know that help is not something I seek without great trepidation. I realize that I want to not have to ask for help and am not sure why that is.
And yet, I am very happy to help others who ask!
I do not find it an inconvenience, a waste of my time, or a show of weakness when another seeks my help. I give it no thought at all. I am simply happy to help.
I am sure that there is some huge psychological reason for this like I tend to ask the wrong people for help - those who expect overwhelming platitudes or medals of honor... or those who continuously remind me of the inconvenience that my request for help has created.
Perhaps it is that I don't want to trouble people? I don't want to ask them to give up their time to help me as I know just how precious their time is?
Or, perhaps, just perhaps, it is that I am so fiercely independent when in my own bowl that I want to do it all on my own and think that I am less when I can not?
H. E. L. P.
Such a small word and yet... it is so hard for me to say.