Wednesday, January 25

You had me at meat tornado

When you feel stressed, what do you do? I've realized lately that I push people away. I suddenly become irritated with everyone that I know I can count on and don't want to talk to them. I don't know why it happens! Part of it is because I donotdonot DO NOT like asking for help. I don't like people's help because I rarely find people that do things the same way as I do, and I like things done MY WAY. Always. Even on a small scale: Brady began to help me make my bed one day and I told him to stop. I would rather take twice as long than let someone help me. He stopped and let me go about my business like the crazy person I am, but I bet he was thinking, "WTF?!"

And that's just bedmaking, lol.

It's why I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 10 - I refused to let anyone help because I thought it was stupid. The only person I would allow near me was my Grandpa, because he didn't try to coach me or hold on, he just told me to ride downhill to learn how to get my balance and didn't say another word. And when I found out that he was right, I gained a ton of respect for him because he was able to help me with one sentence and nothing else. That's something that my Dad often does too. You know something? I'm a lot like Ron Swanson on Parks & Rec. I just like cute things a lot more and meat a lot less. And I blog. Ron Swanson would never blog.


I'm not really that stressed anyway. Sure, the girl that was supposed to take my bedroom bailed and left me to find another roommate with a lot less time to look. Sure, the new developer at work that we so desperately needed to lift some of the chaos is quitting after 2 months. Those things are temporary. Unfortunately they are also things that may require a bit of help, which is really fucking annoying to Stubborn Hanna.

To those of you that are "lucky" enough to have to put up with me when I'm like this (and it's the most important people that seem to get it the most: Brady, Mike, Amanda, etc)...I'm sorry. I know I'm a pain in the ass and you're just trying to help. I love you, and I'm so thankful that you love me no matter how vile I am acting. You can ignore me if you want. In fact, ignoring me usually makes me really happy when I'm like this hahaha.


  1. When I get stressed, weird noises follow.

  2. Love your post. I'm definitely a let-me-do-it-I-can-do-it-better-even-if-it-takes-me-several-hours-more.

  3. kind of person* (could have sworn I typed that into the original message :/

  4. I'm the same way. I HATE being taken care of/helped, especially when it comes to being sick and things like that.

    I'm pretty sure this is why I still can't, to this day, ride a bike.

  5. I think I'm like that as well. Partly because I'm a control freak and partly because I don't trust anyone's work. A firm believer in "if you want something done right, do it yourself", I am.

    ps. found you via 20sb, love your bloggity blog. :)