Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I Need a Magic 8 Ball

I don't like to make decisions.  I think this may be (one) of the things that drives poor Karl insane. 

Karl: "Where do you want to eat?"
Me: "Somewhere there is food?"

Karl: "Where do you want to go?"
Me: "Doesn't matter to me.  Where do you want to go?"

Karl: "Do you like this?"
Me: "I don't know, what do you think about it?"

This form of communication has led to eating at Burger King on Valentine's Day.  What can I say?  I wanted onion rings.

These situations have various versions.  In fact, I can do it with almost any sort of question.  It is one of my great talents.  However, it is a bit ironic, as most people see me as very demanding.  If you see me with Karl, I'm a bit of a princess; but this is only because Karl fosters my princess-y-ness.  Paradoxically, I'm a people pleaser.  I don't like confrontations, and I don't like people upset with me. 

Thus, planning a wedding can be somewhat of a nightmare. In my mind, I see what I want.  Pinterest has been very good at giving me images to stick in my brain (even if some are fairly fantastical).  But when questions come at me, my standard response is a meek, "I don't care."  In fact, that is not true (in the sense you are thinking of).  I do care a great deal.  I don't mean "I don't care" as in "this is not important to me."  I truly mean, "SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"  When it came to bridesmaid dresses, I didn't care.  Wear what you want, you have to buy it and keep it and wear it.  But they kept saying, "You're the bride."  I know this.  I haven't forgotten.  But I don't want them to be angry.  For a society that thinks ill of a bridezilla, it certainly is not a fan of the meek and humble bride either-you know, the one prone to crying.

Sometimes, when I'm overwhelmed, I think "I should have eloped." And I'm loathe to admit that as of late, I have said I'm getting married in the courthouse in the presence of my two dogs and cat as witnesses.  *shrugs shoulders*

I guess, in the end, as a million people have said: "Everyone goes through this." "You'll be just as married." and "At least you are marrying your best friend." And, compared to some others, I'm lucky to have an involved, caring set of families and future families, so praise God for that.  But if someone wouldn't mind sending me a Magic 8 ball, that's how I'll be making all my future decisions.

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