twenty-six years old. i am twenty-six years old, and sometimes i have boundary issues. said issues are quite interesting in that i have boundaries, in fact, i am generally quite good at setting them up (initially) and acknowledging (internally) when they are being crossed. however, i am oftentimes not so good at clarifying the fact that they have been breached once they are. here in lies the issue. i guess that you might say that i am a wimp. i do not let people walk all over me, to any degree, though, i often struggle to stand up for myself in the little things.
the issue comes up because my boundaries are being breached. i don’t want to deal with the problem, but i fear that i must. that said, i am about to do something that is going to get me in big trouble. this something is not anything inappropriate. in fact, it is only appropriate given my boundaries. the problem… it is unacceptable given the boundaries of the boundary breaker.
what ever shall i do?
the answer… i again highlight my age. i am twenty-six years old. i am a relatively (compared to many, a very) healthy adult. thus, i suck it up and deal with the problem. oh, to be a kid again.
are you getting ready to build another meth lab?
yes! actually, no. i am however getting ready to come to bangs! a re-prioritizing is in order.
I’ll come listen to you, if you need someone. I have a day off on Tuesday if you are available…or this weekend….Saturday morning would be great