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The 54th Deadline: Helping Hand

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The 54th Deadline: For every success, for every botch, life will always give you many opportunities.
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I am someone who has lost his fair share of helping hands over the years. At first, people are often willing to stretch out their hands and offer whatever aid they can. However, there comes a point where they feel more and more reluctant to do so. Help can only go so far.

I have learned this about myself over the years. I was at times an extremely needy person. A weak individual. Just someone you didn’t want to be around out of fear of being sucked into my myriad of personal problems.

But at my worst state, I begged for help every step of the way. I received a lot of temporary relief, brief reassurance that everything would be OK, but a lot of it would fade away and the cycle would repeat itself all over again.

And so what could I do? I asked for further help. I sought after helping hands to pull me out of whatever downward spiral I had found myself caught in for a given bout with doubt.

Before I knew it, a lot of my former friends and peers over time just didn’t want to interact with me anymore. Not because they hated me or anything like that. If anything, it was because I was turning into a walking cesspool of negativity. And quite frankly, I can accept this nowadays as a reasonable answer.

One day, I just felt super deserted. I thought everyone around me was disappearing from my corner. In reality, I had created this sense of desolation for myself. I thought my problems were too overwhelming. Sure, at times, I thought I could never overcome anything that had set itself in front of me.

Quite frankly, again, I was a weakling. I was downright pathetic. And it showed.

I couldn’t rely on much of anyone after a certain point. It was basically just a one-on-one bout with everything that had stifled my progress in life.

It sucked.

But I got through one obstacle after another. Somehow, anyway. Continue reading

Everyday NhanSense – Day 87


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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 87’s Topic: Reluctance.
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In regards to this blog, I will admit I had a lot of reluctance when I first started it. I didn’t have any ambition of making this blog famous overnight or anything of that sort. I didn’t even know if I would continue blogging after I finished making the account.

But I am glad I did.

I started off with a handful of daily readers at best. And after a while, the number naturally expanded. Not to godly numbers or anything like that. Again, reluctance kept popping up, discouraging me from showing others what I was writing about for the longest time.

After all, this blog did start out as a depression blog, and it was a depression blog that was linked due to feeling left behind in this wide and vast world. Had I not written this blog, I seriously do not know how I would have turned out, or whether I would have been able to persevere long enough to keep going.

But I am glad I did.
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Everyday NhanSense – Day 86

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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 86’s Topic: Listening.
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If there is one trait I know I have going for me, it’s that I am in fact a great listener. An excellent one at that.

After all, it’s something I developed over the years when it came to talking with people about things. I have had a lot of experience with just having others listen to my ramblings, the stuff I happen to bemoan about, my fears, my concerns, my hopes, my dreams and so forth.

It’s only natural I became a good listener in turn.

I feel I should put this listening ability to good use, as in doing something on a grander and meaningful scale. But in the meantime, I am content with lending my ear for someone who needs to let it out.

Sometimes, you honestly just need that person to sit down with you, listen intently and give you the nod of “mhmm” as you get what you need to say off your chest. I like being this person who can and will listen to what you have to say. You just need to ask kindly.

It’s that simple. Continue reading

Everyday NhanSense – Day 71

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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 71’s Topic: Friends.
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Finding friends is something on the agenda for me as of late. I am an introvert. I am a loner on some days.

But by all means, I need friends as much as the next person. Friends are people you can hang out with to mix up your routine. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about things rather than just being alone all the time.

As I always emphasize, I have never been Mr. Popular, but the friends I did have were important to me. You can’t put a price on the number of friends when all that matters is how good the friendships are. At least, this is what I like to think.
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Everyday NhanSense – Day 51

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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 51’s Topic: Football Sunday.
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Gosh, what a lazy Sunday.

I was really looking forward to watching the Super Bowl with my friends, but I was feeling really sick and tired when I woke up, just completely out of it. I wouldn’t have been much fun in my state, so I ended up staying inside my place and chilling out.

By the time the Super Bowl rolled around, I just watched the live stream of the game, plus I ordered from a pizza place to eat something throughout the match. It was my own mini-celebration, as you will. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it was fine.

As for the game itself, I actually got really into football when I got into college. I really got to liking the game itself from a strategic standpoint, and knowing the rules does help you understand how every play unfolds.

I am neither a New England Patriots or Seattle Seahawks fan (the Cincinnati Bengals will always be my favorite pro team), but this Super Bowl was hyped up to be an exciting match on paper, and boy it was. From start to finish, I wasn’t really sure what team was going to win in the end. It was close on both sides, and it was refreshing not to watch such an important football be a blowout.

The game being close made it more enjoyable, though fans of the Seahawks won’t be happy for a while (the last offensive play made by Seattle will be scrutinized until the end of time.)
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Everyday NhanSense – Day 50


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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 50’s Topic: Liking that people respect you for being you.
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When it comes to one’s dignity, it’s important to like yourself for being you. Do you like who you are on a day-to-day basis? Could you be friends with yourself?

Basically, it’s a matter of seeing things from an outside perspective. Sure, we all reside in our own little worlds, but how does everyone else see us from their point of view?

For me, I like to think I am a likable person if you give me the chance. I respect people’s boundaries, I am considerate and I don’t try to change myself to put up a facade. Instead, I prefer being me every single day. Every single darn day.

That’s how I roll.

I get it. I am a geek. I am a nerd. Whatever you want to call me, it all doesn’t matter. It’s rather moot, really, because I know who I am. But beyond the surface, I am a hard worker, I am a deep thinker, I am someone with a new lease on life and I keep trying to strive for self-improvement each day.

I may have my emotional flaws, I am not perfect, but then again … who the heck is?
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Everyday NhanSense – Day 40

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Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.

Day 40’s Topic: Regret.
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It takes a lot of guts to admit something about myself, at least in regards to how I have been for at least four of the past five years.

I have been weak. Outright weak as a person. Weak in terms of willpower. Weak in terms of mental toughness.

Just absurdly weak.

But with that said, I have grown stronger these days, or at least stronger in the sense that I can stand on my own two feet with less help. However, I am still not 100 percent independent quite yet.

A long time ago, in the midst of the worst symptoms of my depression, my weaknesses as a person became evident. What I sought after the most was just comfort, a human voice to calm me down and assure me that everything was A-OK, even though inside my mind I wasn’t quite sure what to believe.

And so, I made a lot of phone calls at my worst.

And I am talking about calls that could last for an hour or longer. These weren’t over in five minutes or anything. These were chunks of time out of someone’s schedule just to hear me blab and cry about my problems.

I regret being so needy. I was certainly a major inconvenience in some respects. I wish I could call up every single person I talked to and apologize, but I don’t think they would want to hear my apologies anyway. They had their fill.

You see, and this is me being honest, it’s not like I wanted to turn my once-called friends into my personal therapists. I had no intention of that. I was a confused, depressed mess. I wanted answers, but perhaps a part of my mind didn’t want to hear what my friends had to say and process it properly.

And so, I called and called around, exhausting the numbers on my phone.

Don’t get me wrong. I appreciated the talks with my friends at the time. There were lots of pep talks, lots of “It’s only a phase. You’ll get over it!” kind of discussions and whatnot. I guess above all else, and this is me being frank, I think I just appreciated that these people were willing to listen to me for so long. Continue reading