I admit it.
I’m a bit of a pickle. I’m coming out. No more denial.
Like today when I went to the gym for a workout w/the girls - the gym-guy named Saida politely told me that the gym would be closed tomorrow.
A non-pickle would have said, “Okay. Sweet. See you Wednesday.”
But it’s like this uncontrollable urge exists inside of each and every pickle to want to respond in the most accurate, precise and forthright way. And since I rarely go to the gym back-to-back, I hadn’t planned on going tomorrow.
So I said,
“I won’t be here tomorrow. I usually skip a day in between workouts.”
To which Saida can reply . . . what? What is a good reply to that? There really isn’t one. Cuz all he was doing was his job in telling me it was closed tomorrow.
It’s just the pickle side of me that makes would-be-simple-transfers-in-communication a bit more . . . detailed and ~ annoying.
Like did I really need to tell my B this morning that I don’t like to eat cereal in a big bowl? While I was eating it? In my bed. That he had brought to me. On his own accord . . . just cuz he’s a nice kind of guy (for the most part.) I should have just said, “Thanks for the gallon of cereal” - I mean, “Thanks for the cereal.” I did say “thanks” though - - - I just slipped in that I HATE to eat cereal in a big bowl. Because then I feel like I have to eat it fast because if I don’t eat it fast then the rest of the cereal that I can’t get to very fast turns into gush. Gross. And I can’t enjoy the cereal if I’m shoveling gush in.
I still should have just said, “thank you,” though, and maybe brought up the bigbowl VS
littlebowl issue at another go.
But I’m a pickle. Or so I’ve been told. I don’t know how to un-pickle either. People can tell I’m faking it when I try not to be one. I know B can. I’m not very good at it. I’m just pretty sure that once you’re a pickle, you’re always a pickle.
Monday, November 27 ‘06
Took Otieno & Auma shopping today. Otieno earned a new bike by finishing the highest ranked of the sponsored kids at Legacy. He was soooo excited. I’m pretty sure he’s never had a bike before. Auma also finished well in her class. She finished 3rd. So I got her some prizes, too.
Great kids. U got to love ‘em.
