One thing that's happened regularly to me, presently, is being called useless. But not behind my back and then someone tells me someone called me that.
No, this happened to me just in front of me, when I was trying to help someone and they called me useless because I didn't take a picture. A simple picture and I'm called useless. I wasn't specifically appointed camerawoman nor was I part of this get together. I decided to take a couple of pictures because it looked like a great photo and, apparently, taking one photo constitutes as taking a whole bunch of photos forever and ever until they never see each other again. And I'm called useless because that one person didn't like any of the pictures I took. How they only looked in photo.
The other time I can't remember, simply because I can't; but the only thing I do remember is that they called me useless. I do remember the feeling I got getting called that for the first time; disappointment because I can't do anything to please them, humiliation because they didn't get what they want, and hopelessness because I'm useless.
I know that I'm not useless. I know that I can do a lot of things some people can't. It just hurts.
I find that there's nothing worse than being called useless, especially from someone who is supposed to close to you and support you with anything they do. Someone who is supposed to believe that you can do anything. And then they go and call you useless. Now what do you have left?
Nothing. Because you are useless.
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