Help

Today I was thinking about help.  I have a hard time asking for help, however, I find myself often more than willing to offer it.  Which also got me thinking, what if these people really don't want my help?  When does helping stop being helpful and start being annoying?  I would sincerely hope that if the person I have chosen to impart my wisdom to would appreciate my little tidbit of advice, and if they didn't I would also hope that they would kindly tell me to buzz off.  It is human nature to want to help your fellow man.  I think I have the urge to help because I don't like to see people or animals suffer. I also feel that if I can give a piece of advice, or share a similar experience so a person does not have to go through the same painful experience I am obligated to share. 

I have a hard time asking for help because I do not like to admit that I cannot do things on my own.  I enjoy taking care of myself and have worked hard to put myself in a position to be able to take care of myself.  Plus, I like things to be done the way I would do them. I am not just talking about my laundry either.  I have a plethora of instances where I have had a hard time with accepting help, and it is purely based on the fact that the things that I received help with were not done the exact way I would do them.  Like the man folding some clothes for me, or my dad hanging a light fixture.  I am trying to work on it, but I still wonder if other people have the same issues with help that I have offered.

These are the thoughts that have preoccupied my mind today.

I also finished my first crochet project this year.  It is a dog blanket for the man's sister.  The pic is below!