Have you ever asked yourself, “Why am I here?”. I don't mean why are you living. I mean why are you at a certain event. You've been invited to a neighbor's lingerie party and you sit there bored out of your mind, embarrassed and pressured to buy something in an effort to spare the feelings of your eager neighbor. I mean, you didn't want to go in the first place but felt you had to go in order to avoid the awkward stares after avoiding the event. It's not like you could say, “I'll be working that day”, or “I'll be on vacation”. After all, she lives down the street. She'll see your car in the driveway. What ever happened to just saying, “No, thank you. It's not my thing.”
I, personally, have a huge problem saying no. I do my best to spare the feelings of the host or “inviter”. Honestly, the older I get, the less I care about social gatherings. Am I weird? Am I the only forty something lady that feels this way? After working all week, chores and running the kids around, I am compelled to sit around in my pajama pants and t-shirt drinking coffee and watching Netflix. The last thing I want to do on the weekend is get all dressed up and sit through a boring display of creams, body sprays and God knows what else!
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the invitations to family functions and friends' celebrations but running around from one event to the other with my 8-year-old son in tow is not my idea of a relaxing weekend. So the question remains, “How do I say, “NO!”?
I understand that we all have to sit through boring school orientations with our kids and horrifying candy sale gimmicks but where do we draw the line? Life is short. These are hours of my life that I will never get back. I don't want any face creams, Tupperware or sex toys. I don't want to sell candy bars or insurance. I don't want to be part of any pyramid scheme or jewelry fiasco. If I want to buy something, I'll buy it. If I wanted to sell something, I'd be a salesperson.
I know, I know.....I sound like a horrible friend, don't I? Trust me, I've got a closet full of stuff that I didn't want in order to be considered the “nice friend”. I'm just getting older and I'm tired. Tired of wasting my time and tired of being too nice. Hell....I'm just plain tired. And, I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. I'm just one of the firsts to write about it.
“There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”
― Bill Watterson