The Chronicles of a Convenient Human: A Tragicomedy

There comes a time in life (or every other Tuesday) when you sit back, reflect, and realize—wait a minute—I am everyone’s convenience store. Need emotional support at 2 AM? Sure. Last-minute project help? Of course. Oh, you remembered me only when your real plans bailed? Fantastic.

It’s that phase where you feel like despite being genuinely good, always showing up, and having the purest intentions, you somehow end up being the backup plan instead of the main character. And the worst part? You don’t even get paid for this full-time role.

The Art of Being Convenient

Being a "convenient person" is like being a Wi-Fi connection—no one notices when you’re working, but the moment you stop responding, everyone loses their minds. You’re there for people when they need you, but when you need them? Crickets. Absolute radio silence. Maybe even a "bro, I was just about to text you" (spoiler: they were not).

You’re reliable but not prioritized, appreciated but not always valued, and somehow, always the one compromising. And what’s funny is, you never intended for things to be this way! You were just being you—kind, available, and ready to help. But somewhere down the line, people started treating your generosity as a subscription service they never signed up for but won’t cancel either.

The Existential Spiral of It All

Now, at this point, it’s easy to spiral. The "why me?" phase kicks in, along with the realization that if karma was real-time, Jeff Bezos-level kindness should have hit your bank account by now. But nope, here we are, just waiting for the universe to show its work.

But let’s be real, life rarely makes sense in the moment. Maybe you were meant to learn how to set boundaries. Maybe you were meant to outgrow certain people. Maybe you’re just collecting premium character development points for your grand comeback story.

The Plot Twist: It All Comes Together

The good news? Everything eventually aligns. You’ll meet people who see you, value you, and don’t just reach out when they need something. You’ll realize that being genuine isn’t the problem—it’s about where and with whom you invest that energy.

The people who truly matter won’t treat you like an option. They’ll show up, they’ll stay, and they’ll remind you that kindness isn’t a transaction, but it also shouldn’t be taken for granted.

Moral of the Story?

Stop being the "always available" person for those who only remember you when it's convenient.

Start setting boundaries—because you’re not a vending machine that dispenses support and care on demand.

And most importantly, trust the process. Because one day, this phase will make sense. Either as a lesson, a blessing, or just an exceptionally well-told tragicomedy.

Till then, take a deep breath, buy yourself something nice, and remember: You deserve to be a priority too.


Comments

  1. Abishek MBC30 June 2025 at 20:40

    The Wi-Fi analogy was the cherry on top to this 🥹

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