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I have observed that different people react differently to others being dependent on them.

Some feel powerful. They consciously or sub-consciously use it as a tool to gain importance. They like people being dependent on them so that they can hold them to ransom and display their importance from time to time.

Some feel superior. They feel proud, sometimes downright vain, as they translate others’ dependence on them as their superior capability.

Some feel bound. They feel completely and irrevocably responsible. Since others are dependent on them, they can never delegate / share / pass on this responsibility, even for a single instance.

Some feel grateful, servile, in fact. Their sense of worth is redeemed by others being dependent on them, in being needed.

All of the above seem extreme responses to me. They seem to lack in balance. To recognise the dependence as being in specific areas, for specific reasons or durations and to respect the dependence for exactly what it is, nothing more and nothing less seems nearly always lacking in people I have known.


Diwakar Sinha said…
yes, agreed.
sometimes the type of person who depends on you begins to plays a role in it as well
Seema Smile said…
Well, I can't really comment coz I'm mostly the most un-dependable person around. If you stand next to me and lean on me for support, chances are that you may fall and hurt your elbows and ego (on account of me laughing my guts out). Oh, but I can be responsible. If ever there is a problem, everyone holds me responsible :-)
The Wanderer said…
@ Diwakar: Welcome to my blog :) I agree that the other person too is responsible to some extent.

@ Seema: :)
Supriya Nair said…
Hey there...thanks for visiting my blog...Marathi connection...yep...born and brought up in have a wonderful space here...the posts are so different...luv reading through them..
The Wanderer said…
Hey Supriya ! Thanks a lot :) Glad you like the blog. Keep dropping by.

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