I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Satan himself could come up to me in the street and ask me to sign his petition, and I would do it because I wouldn’t want to offend him.
I am TERRIBLE at saying no to people. Instead, I get timid and weird, politely agree to whatever question has been posed, and then quietly panic about it until it passes or until I can indirectly find a way to say no without really saying no. I have probably disappointed far more people by doing it this way than by just giving a well-meaning yet firm no. I have over-complicated it like I over-complicate mostly everything.
It makes sense in some ways. I already live in a constant state of awkwardness. Saying no to someone who wants a yes presents a clear and present threat of more awkward. I don’t know if my body can physically handle it.
Thing is, it’s not always even just saying no. Sometimes, it’s saying anything at all. Last week, I had to buy stamps for work. It was for a big mailer and my job involves a huge approval process where every tiny little detail of everything is looked at with a magnifying glass. So, I knew when the girl in the post office started giving me stamps with fish, frogs, and George HW Bush on them that this was never going to fly. I was looking right at her as she loaded these wrong stamps into a bag for me, knowing that if I didn’t say something, there would be consequences.
And yet, I said nothing.
My mind was screaming, “Just tell her those aren’t good stamps! She couldn’t care less about which stamps you buy!” Alas, my mouth was fused shut. I walked out with the “bad” stamps, sat at work, panicked about it a lot, and ended up going back to the post office to exchange them for good old-fashioned American flag stamps.
No harm, no foul. Just time wasted and probably some years off my life.
Why? WHY AM I LIKE THIS?
I’ve often thought that my spirit animal is the pangolin. Not because my shiny and strong scales are sought after worldwide for armor and riches. But because pangolins perpetually look like they don’t want to be a bother.
Exhibit A:
I don’t know about you, but if I were to caption this picture, it would be, “Excuse me, ants, I am so sorry to interrupt your ant march, but if it is alright with you, I would like to eat you now. Please. Sorry again.”
Or perhaps, “Oh, forgive me poacher, I didn’t see you there. I am sorry I didn’t make myself more available to your poaching. Would I like to be poached? Uhhhhhhhhhh well…I’m sure you’re a very good poacher. I wouldn’t want to ruin your day or your future career as a poacher. So I guess you can poach me. Yeah, it’s fine.”
I wish I could say these captions were a comical exaggeration of my behavior. Buttttttt…
Clearly, I need to get better at this “no” thing. My survival might depend on it.
Does anyone else out there have this problem? Do you or a loved one suffer from chronic yes-ness? You probably aren’t entitled to compensation, but take comfort in the fact that the struggle is real.