The disappointment is not for me, but for them. The time they spent planning a party, the gift, or anticipating the way I should react. That is the disappointment.
My mom likes to tell the storyabout me being in the sixth grade and being allergic to chocolate. She found it out at a party they were having at school where one of the moms had made vanilla cupcakes because I was allergic to chocolate.
See I wasn't really allergic to chocolate, but it was an easy way for me to say "I don't want your dry ass cupcake" without hurting someone's feelings. So I just lied and told them I was allergic.
My fake smiles at their efforts hurts them, but how do I tell them I'm not surprised or if I really want something I will just buy it. All our efforts to be kind really only hurt us and others in the end. Particularly, when you are a horrible liar like me.
So this is reflection day and soon I will disappoint someone.
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