whiny, annoying kids are products of weak parenting. so if your kid is making a ruckus all through my meal out at a restaurant and you don't contain it, it's judgement day. very rarely do i drag out rolling dagger eyes, but that gets me close.
but this judgement is a seriously negative one about this wacky way i just saw on the internets that some women are using to shed 10-20 pounds before their wedding day, to fit into their dream wedding dress.
good god what is this world coming to? drastic measures for 10 pounds of pure vanity. you don't have time to exercise every day but you have the hours of time it must have taken for appointments and to be deemed a candidate, and to go through the process? but you can't get out and walk for a half hour? because you are too tired. um ya.. you idiot. that's because you only ingest 800 calories per day through your fricken nose by choice, and have zero energy. gross just gross.
shying away from judging others (only in small quantities) is not because i'm a really great and noble person who just lives and lets live. i remain free from judging (most of the time) because i despise confrontation.
i refrain from judging because it usually requires supporting evidence, further argument, rationale for my stance against whatever you are doing that i think is stupid. and all that is not my cup of tea.
i will pay whatever price tag you put on that piece-of-crap-to-you-treasure-to-me salt and pepper shaker that i want at your yard sale. way over marked? makes no nevermind to me. if i decide to buy it, i've decided to pay the asked-for price. i don't even like to be in the presence of a haggler in mid haggle.
i am married to one of these. when he starts his approach to the card table where the rummage sale lady is sitting with her little portable radio, i am so uncomfortable and start reddening in the face. i quickly pretend i don't know him and turn to look at a velvet painting for sale.
al's been kind enough to listen to my protests and pleadings about how much i dislike this whole charade. i fear rejection so much that i can't even stand the thought of my loved one's low ball offer getting rejected at a yard sale. but al's a good dude and now he forewarns me when he's digging out his five spot to pay for $12 worth of goods. this gives me time to duck out to the car before he gets to the card table.
as i'm slinking away to the vehicle, al's words ring in my ear.. "they want to get rid of it, or it wouldn't have a sticker on it. it either goes home with me or they take it back in their house. they'll take an offer." and i know he's right. they always take his offer or he accepts their counter, or they take his final offer. yes, it goes that far sometimes. he offers. they counter. he comes back. they settle. in a heartbeat i will take the hit on my pocketbook and pay the $7 difference rather than suffer through that back-and-forth.
anyway. fear of rejection and confrontation are the main reasons i don't judge people (very often). i suck at making arguments. persuading someone to my way of thinking about a controversial issue, nah. or even a few dollars off at a sale, nah. persuading someone to join my volleyball team, sure. i'm an opportunistic persuader.
and most certainly, i'm an anti-adventurer of the highest order.
"gross just gross" is the extent of my argumentative capabilities. i'm happy it takes all kinds.
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