”…If there was ever an Oscar for insisting on telling me what I absolutely don’t want to hear, I believe my family members would win it.’‘
I believe in establishing protocols for recurring activities, especially when other people are involved and by other people I specifically mean family members.
Why? Well, because this group of people tend to be high risk meaning they have the tendency of telling the thruth combined with a very low tolerance for bullshit. If there was ever an Oscar for insisting on telling me what I absolutely don’t want to hear, I believe my family members would win it. This can be grating long term, especially in days when I really need to be happy. Which can explain why I usually go to great pain to establish some kind of protocol when dealing with the special people in my life.
Situation no 1:
When Me and hubby are watching TV.
Context: So we are watching some random TV show and a super hot chick shows up in a random scene. My jealousy gets the best of me and I start bashing her (I know I should take the high road but I just can’t seem to, so I am allowing myself to wallow in despicable behaviours).
Me: ”Oh my God she is way too skinny….”
The hypocrisy! Considering I just can’t seem to lose these last pesky 10 5 pounds and the said woman is pretty perfect.
Husband: ”Complete silence”
Me: ”She’s too muscular….”. Did you hear what I just said?
Hubby: ”I did! What do you want me to say?”
Me: ”Well, let’s see…you could start by saying that she is way too skinny and that I am hotter than she’ll ever be.”
Hubby: ”You’re kidding, right?”
Me: ”Okay, new protocol alert: When a super hot girl shows up on the screen and I bash her, you have to reassure me and bash her in equal measure…if not more.”
Hubby: ”Are you serious!!!?? You’re impossible!”
Me ”But you love me, don’t you?”
Hubby: ”Yes, honey, you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet and I do love you”.
Me: ”I am touched! Thank you honey, I love you too ”.
Situation no 2
I am out shopping with my beloved ”foot-in-mouth husband”.
Context: The sun is shining and I am feeling lucky. I am at one of my favourite stores and I am grabbing stuff for the changing room. Of course, I only pick medium sizes (I used to be a size small but lately being human just won’t let me go back to that size…Of course, if you ask my husband, he won’t stick to that story).
By now I am heading to the changing room and start trying stuff on. Dear husband, ever the good Samaritan, comes running all helpful and hands me some sizes.
Hubby: ”Here honey!”
Me: ”But these are all large sizes…”
Hubby: ”Yes, I know, just in case….”
Me: ”Oh you mean just in case I forgot I was fat?
As you can see the poor man can’t win here.
Hubby: No, no, it is just that sometimes a larger size may look better!
Of course, like most people whose sole desire is to do good, he is forced to explain himself as if doing good demanded an explanation of some sort. But we all know in the real world, doing good comes with heavy consequences....
Me: :Well, I am not here to look better, I am here to feel better…”
Hubby: ”What? But?”
Me: ”Quick memo: when I am in the changing room, you are only to bring me sizes ranging from small to medium and nothing else.”
His eyes ran quickly up and down the dress I was trying. And yes, I was spilling out of it.
I stared at him for a long, long time and took a very deep breath.
Me: ”And yes, I don’t care if I look like an overstuffed sausage.”
The man seemed lost and I don’t blame him. But sometimes feeling better is more important than looking better. Don’t you agree?
So like I was saying if you want to be happy, you have to ask for it, you have to let them know how you like it. Nobody can read your mind and even if somebody could, they wouldn’t because people are naturally self-centered.
What about you, dear readers? Please tell me I am not the only who does that or I’ll feel like a self-centered little person.
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