My birthday is coming up in a few days and I figured I would have a little bit of fun today.
An acquaintance asked me to format a document today, which I did.
When all was said and done, he said to me on the phone, “Send me your bill.” I raised an eyebrow and said, “Okay!” in such a way he paused.
I burst out laughing.
“I had no intention of billing you, but hey… How about flowers? It’s my birthday in a few days and I’ll be at the office next Monday!”
I had to repeat it twice… He thought I was joking at first about my birthday, but I really wasn’t. Once the veracity of my claim was established, I could almost hear his inner dialogue (through the phone). ‘Shit! I don’t want to send to her flowers! That’s kind of blunt! But it’s her freaking birthday… ‘
He ended up only saying, “Me and my man memory…”
[Translation = you can forget it because I will!]
I laughed again when he said it.
I would be happy with one flower and leafy fillings… a little thing. It is never the price tag, it is the thought behind it.
Long story short, I don’t expect to get anything next Monday, but if I do, if he sends me flowers, I will post a picture of it.
This is so out of character! I have never been one to coerce people into things, let alone ask a man for flowers. I mentioned it because I knew it would not happen, because I get a little bit of twisted satisfaction at the knowledge that:
- I ask for something I wanted,
- I did not care how he felt about me asking,
- It is about time people start seeing that I exist, and
- If he thought me dull, demure, and insignificant, he was reminded to never judge a book by its cover.
I have these out-of-character moments more and more often. Once in a while I will put someone in his or her place, I will call someone on his or her bad behaviour, I will throw somebody out, or I will simply refuse to put up with lies and hypocrisy.
Patience, like everything else, has limits. There is only so much “toxicity” one can endure!