Wanted: Appreciation

So, I was working on my map for history on Wednseday night and I had a depressing epifany. I seem to help everyone, and yet I feel like I'm going through all this alone. Yes, I have friends and a boyfriend and people to talk to and stuff, but I still feel like I have no one to help me with mundane things like homework and menial things like hauling around shit. I even came up with what the job description would be for someone to fill my shoes:

romatic advice, map maker, rent-a-tenor, photocopier, stand-in floor director, camera operator, powerpoint teacher, secretary, math help, gossip ear, messenger, zipper-seamstress, telephone operator, errand runner, discussion starter, overhead maker, club president and only consistent member, knowledge repository, etc. . .basically, everyone's bitch

And the worst part of it all is that I get nothing in return, except the "love and eternal gratitude" that lasts about five minutes. I don't want to be selfist or anything, but I'm tired of going out of my way to help people and never getting the favor returned. I feel like my only importance to many people is that I'm the "good doobie" and the "trouper" and the "really useful engine," but not a real person.

Wanted: Appreciation

So, I was working on my map for history on Wednseday night and I had a depressing epifany. I seem to help everyone, and yet I feel like I'm going through all this alone. Yes, I have friends and a boyfriend and people to talk to and stuff, but I still feel like I have no one to help me with mundane things like homework and menial things like hauling around shit. I even came up with what the job description would be for someone to fill my shoes:

romatic advice, map maker, rent-a-tenor, photocopier, stand-in floor director, camera operator, powerpoint teacher, secretary, math help, gossip ear, messenger, zipper-seamstress, telephone operator, errand runner, discussion starter, overhead maker, club president and only consistent member, knowledge repository, etc. . .basically, everyone's bitch

And the worst part of it all is that I get nothing in return, except the "love and eternal gratitude" that lasts about five minutes. I don't want to be selfist or anything, but I'm tired of going out of my way to help people and never getting the favor returned. I feel like my only importance to many people is that I'm the "good doobie" and the "trouper" and the "really useful engine," but not a real person.