How many of times have you reluctantly agreed to attend an event, knowing in the back of your mind you would probably have a far better time if you just stayed at home and washed your hair?
I had one of those I shaved my legs for this? experiences this weekend. You know what I mean, right? You agree to go, but you really don't want to, but...you go anyway, because in the end, it's just easier to go and suffer for a couple of hours versus the potential tsunami consequences you might suffer later if you don't go.
Yeah. That kind of event.
A little bee (maybe it was my muse, or perhaps little, green men) was/were buzzing around my head reminding that I should be more selective when I cheat on my writing time too. Gasp. Gulp.
I'm usually very good about pushing back and just saying No. Maybe that's because I remember Nancy Reagan and her War on Drugs campaign in the 80's. Just saying No was the right thing to do back then and it stuck with me. That same message was on the lips of both my parents also. Hmm...come to think of it, saying No to drugs, alcohol and sex, was much more difficult for me to decline than some dumb-ass party invitation.
So I went. I saw. I came home. And...fuck I could have been washing my hair.
Comments?
Ciao
Neve
2 comments:
Well Neve, it wasn't a complete waste of time;(semi-colon)cuz damn, you got a blog out of it...At my age, and considering the fact blog writing has turned me into a social misfit,... (analytically sucking up blog material like a sponge left on a desert highway in a thunderstorm)...to the point it's good to be invited anywhere..I do agree however, freedom to 'yea' or 'nay'with out social reprobation is a step forward in human social evolution..
Nice comment.
I know, I'm being a snark by complaining about it, but hell there's only so many hours in a day and I'd rather spend the free time doing things that I enjoy.
Is that so wrong?
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