Whenever I have conflicts with self and the stubborn voice inside tells something opposite of the polite/proper/necessary/civilized/etc voice, I know I should always listen to the stubborn voice. That voice usually takes good care of me when the civilized voice takes care of everybody else.
Tonight I attended a kid's bday party hosted by a one-time great friend. I didn't listen to the little egotistical voice. So instead I had 45 minutes to mull in my head how disappointing our meeting was as I drove home.
I tried to sort out what exactly ticked me off. I know it wasn't the fact that I didn't get the memo re: >3.5 heeled shoes - self and some senior citizen were the only 2 grown up women with flats on. When this was pointed out to the friend, I was told ' you know how my parties are.' 'Now I know' was all I can say.
Maybe that was it. I didn't know what I got myself into. Having an inkling is not quite the same thing as stepping right into something. And it's rather hard to find someone who wants to exchange small talk with you when you don't have the uniform on. I did succeed to have a quite pleasant conversation with the senior citizen (not once mentioning the only thing we had in common). As for my friend - we barely exchanged a few words. I know the hosts are usually busy, but that busy?
I didn't know how her parties were, and I no longer knew her either. Even if I put on my 4" Stewart Weitzmans (the skinniest and highest heels I've got), she and I wouldn't have much to say besides our mutual admiration for each other's kids and our assurances how much we missed each other/hope to see each other soon.
Another one of life's disappointments to note and get over with. And a lesson to listen to the little voice, politely excuse self from attending bday parties, and send gifts by mail.
Addendum (March 30th): I just got an email from Banana Republic with their 'most wanted' list. Apparently, 4" heels are in. Back to the cave I go.
Tonight I attended a kid's bday party hosted by a one-time great friend. I didn't listen to the little egotistical voice. So instead I had 45 minutes to mull in my head how disappointing our meeting was as I drove home.
I tried to sort out what exactly ticked me off. I know it wasn't the fact that I didn't get the memo re: >3.5 heeled shoes - self and some senior citizen were the only 2 grown up women with flats on. When this was pointed out to the friend, I was told ' you know how my parties are.' 'Now I know' was all I can say.
Maybe that was it. I didn't know what I got myself into. Having an inkling is not quite the same thing as stepping right into something. And it's rather hard to find someone who wants to exchange small talk with you when you don't have the uniform on. I did succeed to have a quite pleasant conversation with the senior citizen (not once mentioning the only thing we had in common). As for my friend - we barely exchanged a few words. I know the hosts are usually busy, but that busy?
I didn't know how her parties were, and I no longer knew her either. Even if I put on my 4" Stewart Weitzmans (the skinniest and highest heels I've got), she and I wouldn't have much to say besides our mutual admiration for each other's kids and our assurances how much we missed each other/hope to see each other soon.
Another one of life's disappointments to note and get over with. And a lesson to listen to the little voice, politely excuse self from attending bday parties, and send gifts by mail.
Addendum (March 30th): I just got an email from Banana Republic with their 'most wanted' list. Apparently, 4" heels are in. Back to the cave I go.
11 comments:
Hear, hear! The voice, I mean: I have it's equivalent, and try to listen to it as much as I can
so who changed over the years?
LOZ - For some inexplicable reason, your question made me think of Tamia's song "there is a stranger in my house".
Who knows, maybe the one who really changed is me. I'll think about that one on my long drive to work:)
ahh, my friend, im happy we dont share this friend in common...too much pressure. But lucky for me, I was told by someone on "your" street today that i look like i am angry, tired, and that i just got out of bad. Mind you, I knew this person for 30 seconds and they were trying to make a good impression on me. ....
I live by that voice!
On a different note, I've recently developed an inexplicable yearning to buy a pitchfork...
Moshe,
you mean you weren't born with one?
Of course not silly.
Tail and horns, yes, but a pitchfork is something you gotta buy. ;-)
FA- in all fairness to my friend, she called me the following morning with a long message saying how greatful she was that I came and that she hopes we get together again soon since we didn't get a chance to socialize during the party.
And re: 'my street' - I think I'm with Moshe. Though I also want a tank to deal with those in vehicles...
Tank?
Coming right up ;-)
Needs a new coat of paint but is in working order.
I think I'll have to wait til it goes on sale...
Well, if you don't mind getting something older, you can for around 80G or less.
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