Peeling the layers

I know I don't write so much anymore. It doesn't have to do with "the boy" considering I haven't seen him since the weekend, but more that my head is full of "stuff" and I haven't come to any resolution on it yet.

There is only so much complaining you can take from a person, before it just becomes exhausting. Mentally...physically. Your attitude kind of changes where this person is concerned and you find yourself pulling back and rethinking. I know i have my fair share of complaining. We all do but usually it is for valid reason and not just for the sake of it. Make sense?

I have learned the fine art of "sucking it up". When you have to do something you don't want to, or if something doesn't make you feel so great. You do what you have to do. So I have a real problem having sympathy for someone who can't do just that. Suck it up. Take care of business. Be a man. And, it takes me a while, after the luster is lost, to believe that they are just that. I dont' mean to sound cold or mean or like a difficult person, I have needed my "help" too at times and have been very thankful for it and continue to be so. But at what point is it just too much and a person is just lazy?

Oh I know...It's when they are filling a job application and they ask you to do it for them because they get "writer's cramp". Sheesh...