To care or not to care?
I took one of those Facebook quizzes. Apparently, I am the caregiver! I am the “mother figure: the selfless caregiver and helper“.
Me? Caregiver? Never!
Back in the good ol’ days, the quiz’s result wouldn’t have been so incredulous as I was naive and gullible. I was even a people-pleasing person. However, as years go by, life happens and, intended or not, people end up disappointing me… us. We get hurt. We take down the white picket fences and build high walls around us instead. Some of us even have electric fencing on top of the 3-meter wall. We make sure the thieves cannot come in to our home. They steal our hearts.
No, it isn’t easy to trust. We learn to care less for the people we love. We don’t care much about our own people and all the people the world over.
But do we really care less? Or not at all?
Fellow blogger, Tony, posted about care: How much care is there available. I commented that some of us do not have the capacity to care. We are simply not in the position to sympathize. I said something similar to “putting my own oxygen mask first”. So, once I have my mask on, do I have the time, and energy to put other people’s masks for them? What if they are quite capable of caring for themselves? Should we feel “less good” for not having sympathy for all that need care in the world?
There are just far too many people in the world and there are too many things going on at the same time. It might not be a problem for many but some of us, with mental health issues, are better off without feeling the need to care for the world. I don’t think I can I really care for all and stay sane. Can I? Maybe…
I think we do care even when we don’t want to. And sometimes, we only pretend we don’t care. Other times, we really don’t care. I don’t know…
I just have to leave it here. For now.