Donde esta mis cojones? Aka... Why am I such a pushover??!!??
I have a cupcake sitting in front of me. No, not just sitting. Mocking me, really. Here's why:
Today I let a barista give me a vanilla cupcake instead of chocolate. She also made me a crap chai tea that I promptly threw out. And I never spoke up. Not once. Not two tiny words like... "No, chocolate." Nope. Not one.
So, as I said, I'm sitting here with a vanilla cupcake resting on the counter. And it's seriously taunting me.
I like to think that this willingness to be walked over is because I'm a nice person and I hate inconveniencing people. But really... how inconvenient is it to get the right flavor of cupcake?
I swear... I'm setting myself up to go through life always taking the vanilla and never tasting the deliciousness that is chocolate.
Another example:
(Albeit, a bit funnier)
I went snowboarding on Saturday with my two roommates, Jacob, Ryan, and a few other people. The only important person for this story being my roommate Emily. She and I, I swear, are the biggest pushovers ever (or do we call it accommodating or indecisiveness?). Our conversations that day went something like this:
Me: "What do you want to do next?"
Em: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Me: "I don't care either. Should we take another run or rest awhile?"
Em: "It's up to you. I'd be fine either way. Just getting a couple more runs by the end of
the day would be great."
Me: "I agree. Should we do them now or wait a bit?"
Em: "It doesn't matter to me."
Me: "Me neither."
Seriously. We went back and forth like that over and over and over all day.
I've got to grow some balls (figuratively speaking, of course).
Today I let a barista give me a vanilla cupcake instead of chocolate. She also made me a crap chai tea that I promptly threw out. And I never spoke up. Not once. Not two tiny words like... "No, chocolate." Nope. Not one.
So, as I said, I'm sitting here with a vanilla cupcake resting on the counter. And it's seriously taunting me.
I like to think that this willingness to be walked over is because I'm a nice person and I hate inconveniencing people. But really... how inconvenient is it to get the right flavor of cupcake?
I swear... I'm setting myself up to go through life always taking the vanilla and never tasting the deliciousness that is chocolate.
Another example:
(Albeit, a bit funnier)
I went snowboarding on Saturday with my two roommates, Jacob, Ryan, and a few other people. The only important person for this story being my roommate Emily. She and I, I swear, are the biggest pushovers ever (or do we call it accommodating or indecisiveness?). Our conversations that day went something like this:
Me: "What do you want to do next?"
Em: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Me: "I don't care either. Should we take another run or rest awhile?"
Em: "It's up to you. I'd be fine either way. Just getting a couple more runs by the end of
the day would be great."
Me: "I agree. Should we do them now or wait a bit?"
Em: "It doesn't matter to me."
Me: "Me neither."
Seriously. We went back and forth like that over and over and over all day.
I've got to grow some balls (figuratively speaking, of course).