Finding Purpose in Giving

With all of my flaws, I like to think that I’m a giver. I’m usually the go to person when family or friends are in need. But I’ve come to the realization that helping family just isn’t as rewarding as helping strangers.

Family and friends more times than not don’t really appreciate the things you do until you tell them no. Not that I’m looking for anyone to jump through any hoops when I do something for them, but I don’t want attitude and/or to be talked about like a dog when I say no.

I just feel like giving to someone you don’t know means more because the person didn’t ask or isn’t expecting to get help from you.

I’ve found purpose in giving to those who really need my time, and/or my money. I’ve always felt kind of used when helping out family and friends especially in the case of family. It’s so easy for family in my experiences to forget when you were that clutch person in their time of need. Like I said I’m not looking for an award for helping my family or friends I just don’t want to feel like an asshole for doing what’s right.

In saying all of that I’ve decided to actively pursue opportunities to help in my community, my first two prospects are The Covenant House PA (helping the homeless youth in Philadelphia) and Big Brothers, Big Sisters. I want to do more and feel good about what I’m doing. I don’t have much in the finance department to give, but I can give a lot of my time, especially for a great cause.



Immature? I think Not.


Anytime I have experience┬ábeing labeled/called immature, it was always used as a negative connotation towards my “lack” of development in some way or another, more so related to “acting ones age”(whatever the hell that’s suppose to mean).

I mean I get it the word immature basically means lacking/under development of some sort, whether it be physically or emotionally. But since when did enjoying children’s cartoons, video games or anything that isn’t “age appropriate” for adults equate to immaturity?

Why does getting older always mean to some people acting like the joy snatching old lady that lived on everyone’s block growing up? Why do I suddenly have to become a joyless drone, only entertained by “old” people shit?

I can sit and watch a marathon of Teen Titans with my kids and be fully entertained, just as I can sit and converse about┬áthe climatic impact our consumption of natural resources is having on our planet. One doesn’t negate the other, so why must I choose to always “act” like an adult just because I’m thirty-five years young? I enjoy blowing bubbles, laughing at my seven-year old when he belches or passes gas unexpectedly while dancing to a commercial he’s watching on television. Why does the enjoyment of those things make me immature?

Will Ferrell got it right “Immature is a word boring people use to describe fun people”, stop taking life and yourself so damn serious and have some fun already.