I feel it's a problem not to help. So I stayed at 10 Genting Lane to help out sorting the stuff that came in for the survivors of the Turkish Earthquake. In the beginning, it was just about me trying to get my stuff taken after having brought them all the way there. Then it's about saving those donations that weren't sorted but were thrown into the trash. And then, it was about not letting that single lady who remain there to sort stuff soldier alone. I left when there were more people to help. And I was kinda hoping that that lady would acknowledge my presence even a little bit more.
Another lady gave me 2 packs of soy milk when I said I was leaving.
I was thinking of how people who volunteered probably did it because they were also able to make contact with other people. Not me. For me, I'd just quietly be there, blend in for a short moment, and leave without anyone knowing.
Anyway, here I am, there's a list of things I needed to clear, things to research, and courses to take. And I'm distracting myself by reading manga. Nothing much has changed in this respect.
I'm petrified, crippled by the fear of doing things. That's why fixing heaters are not a problem for me. But doing bigger things, like getting my financial education comes only at the price of great greed or resolve. Usually resolve is not the word.
And yes, I still berate myself. A lot. As if punishing myself is enough to make up for all the non-actions I've committed to in the past. Yes, I did commit to non-action. Cos that's what happened when I didn't commit to action.
I'm living in a free-fall mode now. After the curve of my prime. I'm dammed scared of having a kid. I'm not prime material for reliability.