so, i'm out with a group of friends tonight, and an old friend of mine had many glasses of wine... we were having a smoke, and she asked if i wanted to go to Six Flags tomorrow. tomorrow is the last day of school for her kids, and the result is that her family and a few others go to Six Flags, i was again asked to be their guest. i declined.
really, i love her children. in a shocking parallel dimension where some really screwed up chain of events happened i would take care of them as my own. but - we don't live there, and i'm not ready to deal with hours and hours of her kids.
her oldest is very mature for her age, i could probably tolerate her for a while, and i mentioned that... to which my friend informed me that her daughter's maturity was eventually going to cause problems because she didn't like how i carried myself in such a lax manner and made comments that seemed so mean - no matter how much of a joke they were.
the comment which apparently caused the problem was, "for every pound you gain, someone loves you a little less". admittedly a shitty thing to say, but while its harsh to say - its the truth. if you don't believe me, go buy an ugly car tomorrow just because its a good car.
my friend and i are close, which is the only reason i had the ability to tell her she was not only wrong, but it was her over-sheltering her children in an unrealistic, confusing, and misleading world that allowed her to even think about disagreeing with me - at one point even telling her she should tell her daughters that the truth was that i was right.
she and i debated the reality of my joke, and my friend stood firm on how wrong i was about the importance of being thin in other people's eyes. no matter how often i commented on the reality of most people's shallow ways, even pointing out obvious facts the proved my point, she wanted to reject the idea.
from there we got to the topic of an upcoming set of benefits we'll be going to. the summer was packed with various events already, and generally i'm not really a fan of such events and the people who more often than not are involved in a sad attempt to bolster their image, but these two are somewhat different. the first is for a charity another friend started and i had helped with the arrangements, plus its starting to turn into a party with just about everyone we've known since high school. the second is an expensive event with a fun twist - and while its expensive to go, another friend apparently bought a whole VIP table so it should be fun.
the upcoming summer in general is looking good, events, some travel, etc. as my friend and i discussed it she started to point out how difficult some of this was going to after her last doctor visit.
my friend had just been to the doctor for a battery of tests in an effort to see more results from her health routine. after months of working with a trainer 4 times a week she wasn't seeing as much improvement as expected and things had to change. it seemed that the next 3 months would involve some specific type of drug, she would not be allowed to drink a drop of booze or soda (only water and a very small amount of milk), and a strict structured diet at specified times of specified food times.
the good news, was that she was now guaranteed to get the pounds off. the problem was that she was going to have to fact the next 3 months as 'not as much fun'. i'm sure she'll still be fun, she's all about being fun and outgoing. but the idea of it didn't seem fun to her.
"how am i going to handle this?!" she asked.
"well, i would start by telling your daughters that mommy isn't as much fun anymore because she's going through a chemically induced weight loss program while she starves herself all summer so she can look thin."
she grinned and told me strongly that she wasn't doing this for anyone else but herself, and that other people should love her how she is!
i agreed, they sure should, so... maybe she should start by telling her daughters that "for every pound you gain, you love herself a little less".
really, i love her children. in a shocking parallel dimension where some really screwed up chain of events happened i would take care of them as my own. but - we don't live there, and i'm not ready to deal with hours and hours of her kids.
her oldest is very mature for her age, i could probably tolerate her for a while, and i mentioned that... to which my friend informed me that her daughter's maturity was eventually going to cause problems because she didn't like how i carried myself in such a lax manner and made comments that seemed so mean - no matter how much of a joke they were.
the comment which apparently caused the problem was, "for every pound you gain, someone loves you a little less". admittedly a shitty thing to say, but while its harsh to say - its the truth. if you don't believe me, go buy an ugly car tomorrow just because its a good car.
my friend and i are close, which is the only reason i had the ability to tell her she was not only wrong, but it was her over-sheltering her children in an unrealistic, confusing, and misleading world that allowed her to even think about disagreeing with me - at one point even telling her she should tell her daughters that the truth was that i was right.
she and i debated the reality of my joke, and my friend stood firm on how wrong i was about the importance of being thin in other people's eyes. no matter how often i commented on the reality of most people's shallow ways, even pointing out obvious facts the proved my point, she wanted to reject the idea.
from there we got to the topic of an upcoming set of benefits we'll be going to. the summer was packed with various events already, and generally i'm not really a fan of such events and the people who more often than not are involved in a sad attempt to bolster their image, but these two are somewhat different. the first is for a charity another friend started and i had helped with the arrangements, plus its starting to turn into a party with just about everyone we've known since high school. the second is an expensive event with a fun twist - and while its expensive to go, another friend apparently bought a whole VIP table so it should be fun.
the upcoming summer in general is looking good, events, some travel, etc. as my friend and i discussed it she started to point out how difficult some of this was going to after her last doctor visit.
my friend had just been to the doctor for a battery of tests in an effort to see more results from her health routine. after months of working with a trainer 4 times a week she wasn't seeing as much improvement as expected and things had to change. it seemed that the next 3 months would involve some specific type of drug, she would not be allowed to drink a drop of booze or soda (only water and a very small amount of milk), and a strict structured diet at specified times of specified food times.
the good news, was that she was now guaranteed to get the pounds off. the problem was that she was going to have to fact the next 3 months as 'not as much fun'. i'm sure she'll still be fun, she's all about being fun and outgoing. but the idea of it didn't seem fun to her.
"how am i going to handle this?!" she asked.
"well, i would start by telling your daughters that mommy isn't as much fun anymore because she's going through a chemically induced weight loss program while she starves herself all summer so she can look thin."
she grinned and told me strongly that she wasn't doing this for anyone else but herself, and that other people should love her how she is!
i agreed, they sure should, so... maybe she should start by telling her daughters that "for every pound you gain, you love herself a little less".
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