Apparently my instinct to mother anyone and everyone is so strong, and has been for such a long time, that I surround myself with very needy people. People who have emotional trauma and turmoil. People who disappear. Who attract drama. Who are completely unable to cope with lots of things coming at them at once.
I’m not sure why this is. I’ve always been this way. I’ve always been the one who would pull out the band aid from her pocket and fix the boo boo. Who would pick up the pieces after someone else smashed the toy. Who would check for a concussion when a friend was knocked to the ground. Who would worry about things. Things happening to people I love. Things that they don’t worry about because they’re too involved with their own drama.
I’m feeling a bit put out right now. I will live to mother another day. Eventually I’ll even have my own kids to mother. Right at this moment I’m feeling pretty pissed off at the fact that I’m feeling so worried. But I’ll probably still never stop worrying about the people I care about, even when they don’t reciprocate.
