Help = Service

At least it does to me, so any time I say I want to help, please interpret it as I want to serve. My sentences will sound so less akward this way.

I have always been a go to person. I have always been the kind of person that everyone flocks to and vents to. I don't mind, I enjoy it most of the time. It makes me feel useful. I digress. Because people often come to me for help I have geared my conversation skills towards helping them open up. I've basically turned my conversation skills into my question skills. I ask and ask until the other person figures out enough to resolve it in themselves. In the process of this I get to learn a large amount about the other person and how the work. I love it. Its fun, its interesting. I learn from their mistakes and their travels and it is an amazing thing. I love doing it.

I listened to three people vent tonight, and I think I helped two of them. It is great knowing that I can be there for them, that I can be a shoulder for them to rest on.

I think Danielle thinks I'm a robot. I don't know why but it seems that I freak her out. I don't mean to, by any means. I feel bad about it. I think I'm going to stop talking to her. It will take away the weirdness at least.

No one has ever told me that me asking questions makes them uncomfortable. I don't think I have ever made people feel weird. Maybe I have and they just don't tell me. If I make you uncomfortable, just tell me. I don't mind adjusting.