Why is it when things seem to be going well, someone comes along and pees in your half green half black no water no classic iced tea? Today started out to be such a good day. Then it caved. No, correction: it tanked. One of the girls at work is PMSing terribly and is uber sensitive. Well, all the girls started being girly and talking about our fat thighs. I mean, really...what woman (in the real world) is truly happy with her thighs? Exactly. Well, I made the mistake of likening hers to mine. Keep in mind she's a size 4 (yes, four) who complains about how fat she is. She went into this stone cold silent depression for quite a long time. Granted, she started it--the complaining. And she does this just about daily. A size 4! I apologized til I was blue in the face. I hate upsetting people more than I hate being upset by others. Then I got all teary, and she told me not to worry, it was all okay. Fast forward 2 hours. She got all snippy with me about something insignificant, I blew it off and didn't take it personally. Remember, PMSing size 4 girl. She came over a bit later and apologized to me to which I replied something to the effect of "whatever, no harm no foul." She wouldn't let it go until I accepted the apology that I didn't really need. This is when I did the evil deed: open mouth, insert foot. I said, "well, consider us even now." I meant this with all the best intentions and humor. I know, road to hell and all.... She got all huffy. Really, she "harrumphed" me and told me to never bring it up again (meaning the fat thigh thing). This is when I just about lost it. I started to take it personally. Really, am I so fat and hideous looking that the mere thought-in jest-of being likened to me is so horrifying that you have to have a conniption? I threw up my hands of the matter. If you can't please someone with anything you say, just don't say anything at all. Did I mention she wears a size 4? Oh, and her waist is like a 24 incher. Ooh ya, she's a real porker. Ugh.
Thank you for letting me vent. I feel a touch better now.
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