April 2, 2011
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Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 2: Workaholic Tendencies
I don’t like the prompt for today, so I’m going to pick something of my own (if that’s cheating…too bad. At least I’m blogging). I’ve been making a list of things to blog about so it shouldn’t be too bad.
My dad is a pretty big workaholic. Sometimes he even works on Sundays (despite being Catholic, I don’t know what’s up with that). A lot of times I think of my stepmom and two stepbrothers home alone without him. It’s hard for my stepmom oftentimes since she has neuropathy and isn’t very mobile. Plus my stepbrothers are a handful.
Anyway!
I think being a workaholic runs in the family.
People definitely grow and mature over time, and I find that I’ve done so especially with the way that I react to situations. When I first started to handle situations (I can’t think of what age where I actually did start having a problem with the world) I would cry and get really frustrated. I think I might have even tried to talk to my mom/aunt about it. I don’t really remember. The first coping method I really remember is when I self injured. I reacted to situations by attempting to control/suppress my emotions by injuring myself. Obviously that was an unhealthy way to cope. I eventually realized that it was immature to try to control my emotions and found other ways to cope.
Nowadays I would say that I generally try to get my emotions out. Usually that means writing, talking/venting to someone, or more recently praying (I need to be more diligent about that though :S).
I still find that there is a desire to suppress/ignore what I’m feeling. When I do that I bury myself in schoolwork. Not so that I’m overwhelmed, but to an extent that I get too busy to see anyone else. I have to focus and work on my homework/long-term projects, after all.
This isn’t to say that I’m not interested in learning and only use it as a coping method. I love learning about the things we talk about in school. I’m talking beyond that.
I just think it’s interesting to note how I’m somewhat like my dad in that workaholic sense. It’s also funny that I’m hardly around him and I’ve picked up that coping method. Maybe it’s innately in human nature that we try to distract ourselves from things that bother/distress us. I don’t know.
