I hate putting people out, making them go out of their way, or pick up my slack. I resent the implication that I might not be… well, perfect. Of course I know I’m not, and that’s why it bothers me so much!

Maybe it’s a Canadian thing. Or maybe I’m fatally flawed. Or, more likely, it happens to more people than me.

If I’m acting strange towards you, it may be because I’m holding my neediness against myself.

Sorry. I’ll get over it eventually. Possibly when I get the chance to pick up your slack.