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
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.
