A very enlightened character in movie once said of men, “They can make you feel like fine china one minute, and an old penny the next.“
Today, I am feeling like an old penny. I must preface this by saying, any bit of common sense inherent in my family was genetically passed on to younger siblings. Eye hand coordination? Completely lacking. Instinct needed to perform simple, routine tasks? Clearly not present in yours truly. And thus, I was counting on J’s promise to do a chore for me. Yet, last night, after entire month of waiting for that promise to be fulfilled I, got tired of waiting and attempted to perform the task myself. It was a MISERABLE failure.
I’m personally not able to hang curtains. I was almost in tears over inability to complete simple task (Gal Pal, upon seeing distress has promised to ask brother to help. God love her) and I’m cursing J for his lack of dependability. This was not always the case. I could have counted on him for any number of silly things, and have come to conclusion that A) either I am not on his priority list as I once was or B) I’m not to take it personally, as increased narcotic abuse will simply do that — in which case, I ought to be more worried, rather than less. But in midst of the curtain disaster, I decided it was option A, and felt miserable. It’s not so bad missing curtains from one’s bedroom. Though, changing in bathroom is sort of inconvenient, and odd sleeping where entire neighborhood can see (especially in the event that one’s nightie slides up during night, exposing the underwear of choice. Or lack of).
Overall, not having curtains is not so horrible. But being unimportant to someone about whom I care desperately, is. It’s very bothersome.
Used to feel like his fine china. Now I am his old penny. Good for when he needs exact change (comfort, pat on back, ego boost), but otherwise, of little value.
Am looking forward v. much to going on vacation.
