People who basically do nothing neither for good nor bad have been irritating other people for centuries.
“I was going to help, but …”
“I almost helped, but …”
“I wish I could help, but …”
I was reading an entry in another journal Please don't take life for granted, and I was struck by Lisa’s comments on how these non-committed offers to help really can impact people who are dependent on others.
As a spouse caregiver, I too have heard it way too often and could fill pages with my theories about my fellow humans.
I could not get through the endless phone conversations with medical insurance bureaucrats without my voodoo doll (pictured above). … When I hear, “I really wish there was something I could do to help, but …” I stick a pin in some body part of the voodoo doll. It’s kind of weird how it rattles the person on the other end when I ask them how their arm or leg or head is feeling. <grin>
This ‘sin’ of non-commitment isn’t new. Almost 700 years ago the Italian poet Dante Alighieri in his masterpiece “Commedia” damned the souls of people who do not take a stand in life to their own special place outside the gates of hell. In Dante’s Inferno they are forever pursued and stung by wasps while maggots drink their tears and blood. … The mafia may be more forgiving than the wrath of an Italian poet. <grin>
Considering all the above … anyone may want to think long and hard before ever beginning a sentence, “I was going to help, but …”