Thursday, July 21, 2011

the nails that were fake


is proof that I am not very good at saying "no."

Or perhaps in this case, that I am not very good at saying "yes."

Let me explain.

When I was in high school, I decided that I wanted fake nails for my wedding.  I thought they were too ridiculously expensive [for my measly budget] to have on any other occasion.

So I waited.  [Very patiently, might I add.]

Fast forward: I am getting married.  This means I will be having a wedding.

Do you see where this is going?

That's right.

I got my nails done yesterday.  I had pictures today, so I got my nails done yesterday.

Eh, Pacha?

And here we are, back to the point of all this nonsensical rambling: the fact that I can't say no.  Or in this case, that I couldn't say yes.

After the very-nice-Asian-man-whose-accent-I-couldn't-entirely-understand cut down the tips, he asked if I wanted them shorter.

I replied that I did.

He cut them shorter.

Then he started filing.

There was only one problem: I still wanted them even shorter.

But he had already started filing.  And he seemed like such a nice man.  And I didn't want him to have to start all over again with the filing.  And, you know, maybe I didn't really need them to be all that short anyway.  I could probably enjoy them this length.  I mean, they still looked good, right?

The man must have noticed me staring intently at my nails, because he said, mid-file, "Oh no, you want them shorter, don't you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," I thought.  "No," I said.

"Whaaaa?" I thought.

And there you have it, my friends.  How I came to have much longer nails than I had so long envisioned.  [Ok, so they're not really that long...right?  Comfort me here, people.  I don't look like the Wicked Witch of the West now, do I???]

And now we've finally come full circle - back to the point.  Usually my problem is that I can't say no to people, because I am a major people pleaser, people.  I just would rather see someone looking happy than someone looking sad.  Even if I'm paying that someone to, oh, you know, put acrylics on my nails, or something.  [Hypothetically speaking, of course.]  And instead, this time, I said no when I actually wanted to say yes.  [Confused?  So am I.]

Moral of the story?  Sometimes it's ok to say no.

[Another] moral of the story?  Sometimes it's ok to say yes.

[Not really a] moral of the story?  I will probably continue to do things simply because I think it makes someone else happy.  All of this nonsensical rambling soul-searching probably won't change any of that.

p.s.  I would just like to give a shout-out to Tim, who sat right there in that nail salon with me the entire time I was getting my nails done.  And only laughed a few times - but mostly when my feet were being scrubbed with that, er, whatever-that-thing-is-that-gets-dead-skin-off-your-feet, and I couldn't stop giggling.  [It's ok, everyone else was laughing at me, too.]

p.p.s. If you don't like kissing pictures, you probably shouldn't look at that picture.

p^3.s.  Oops, too late.


sanstorm said...

there perfect for a wedding

katielizabethawkes said...

my only problem is that they aren't sparkly enough. don't worry, i'll buy some glitter glue and bedazzle them while you're sleeping or something. maybe some glitter in your hair too? ok good.

Tim said...

They look awesome!!!!

karajean said...

Oh my gosh- I have the WORST time telling people what I want at nail salons. They always seem to do what THEY want, and then I don't love my nails (and what's the point if I don't love them) and/or it was way more expensive than I wanted. I hate it.