dated shared oxygen while consuming food on a few occasions with an individual of the opposite sex a few months back. He asked me what I “brought to the table.”
The question sort of stunned me. My mind’s response surprised me, too, as it scurried off to find pen and paper.
A list began to formulate…I’m honest.I can prepare a meal without the mandatory presence of fire-retarding materials.I was a spelling-bee champion.Ummm…I hate cats and I have very small feet.
I..uh..have no idea what you want from me.
I like myself. Granted, I’ve messed up a time or two and questioned my worth and cried about it. Who hasn’t? Overall, though, I feel like I’ve handled life’s curveballs with grace and tact (people who know me would laugh at this).
Why did I suddenly feel like I was being asked to prove myself? Don’t we get enough of that from the world? I feel like someone is constantly asking me to perform. My peers, my professors, my clientele…we are surrounded by the demands of insignificant people who constantly want us to prove we’re worth it (whatever “it” is).
And now I have to perform in my personal life? Maybe I just want to eat and talk about clouds. How about that?
I’m a good girl, and conversation would have eventually lead you to this conclusion.
There’s an idea.