I have no choice. I literally can't get into my tractor. I can't trudge through snow. I can't hang my own deer. It's physically impossible.
I might be able to do some of it, with significant pain.
I'm okay with accepting help. I have lots of ego, but it's not really the damaging kind. I'm okay saying that I'm wrong, that I can't do something, that I don't know something, etc...
Right now, I need help. My ego says I will work and run again. My ego says I will walk again. My pride insists that I do my best. My pride doesn't say I can't accept help.
It wasn't really pride that was damaged when someone drove my tractor, it was a bit of sadness that I was unable to do so. I love to go tractorin'! I love my tractor!
But, I'm in this situation because I made bad choices. I've made lots of bad choices. This is a small price to pay, considering the consequences my choices could have had.
My pride isn't damaged when I admit I don't know something or that I am wrong, those are just consequences of being human. My pride is damaged when I have to admit I need help. I am absolutely horrible at accepting help. Its honestly surprising to me that I ever accepted help from AOU on poal, but I realized that I needed someone watching when I couldn't. So I relented.
I'm very bad at accepting help. Even worse at asking for it. My poor wife often has to figure out when I'm struggling on her own.
Bad choices isn't that a matter of opinion? Anyway I'll cease to ramble I should probably go get my kids at some point today.
Getting shitfaced and egging on an intoxicated driver until he wrecks spectacularly is definitely in the bad choices category, from my perspective.
It was fun for a while, but it went bad quickly. It will make a whole lot more sense when I can show pictures of what's left of the car.
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