I woke up one Saturday, kind of wanting to avoid a few responsibilities I had. I wanted an excuse to cancel plans, to avoid doing what was hard.
I don’t like going to things alone.
I don’t like attending soirees and events and showers where the only person I know is the host. I also don’t like going to things that don’t seem like they’ll be worth my time. Anyone else feel me? Surely you do, because I know a lot of people cancel – or simply skip out – when they think they’ll be uncomfortable. I’ve done it a lot, citing some lame-o excuse as to why I couldn’t make it (a headache, having something else I forgot I had to do).
Even if the other party is understanding when you tell them you can’t make it, I think they can usually see through the bullcrap. Because – and you know this – if you really wanted to be there, you would go, even with a headache, even with a previous engagement, even with a mound of homework or paperwork at home.
So that one Saturday, I had a party to attend where I only knew the guest of honor. I was nervous, and wished for a way out. But I got in my car and left for it anyway.
Well, and then I got horribly horribly lost, which is it’s own story for another post. In the end, this example didn’t provide the meat I was hoping for, but it did remind me, sometimes you just have to put yourself in uncomfortable situations. For your friend.
It’s one of those instances where it’s not about you. Oh how many times do we need to tell ourselves that. I’m certainly no expert on this. I’ll probably skip out on something this month my closest friends have planned because one thing or another will make me antsy.
But I shouldn’t be proud of that. I should be proud of coming through for my friend. That’s what counts.