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There is nothing I hate more than being told "No, you can't." It doesn't matter the context or who is doing the telling or how they are softening the blow. Do. Not. Tell. Me. I. Can't.
My sister got me to start exercising (although not in getting me to continue very well) by telling me that she didn't think I'd be able to do a plank. I know full well that I can't do a plank (or couldn't because I can now do a 15 second plank, thank you very much) but I was going to try or kill myself. I tried kale because someone told me I wouldn't like it. I've been known to get in my car and drive off, intent on some random destination, because my mother told me she didn't want me going off by myself. Enough random people (complete strangers do love to chime in, don't they?) told me that I would look ridiculous without hair that it fuels my fire every year to participate in St. Baldricks.
Conversely, if you want to kill my actions dead, give me a halfhearted pat on the back and a almost mocking, "You can do it" and I'm all about dropping whatever I'm doing and running the other way.
Strange. I've known this about my character but it seems to be something that is getting WORSE and not better as I age. It's not something that I've grown out of, much to the chagrin of my family. I'm trying to figure out if it's an actual flaw in my character and if there's something I can do.
My sister got me to start exercising (although not in getting me to continue very well) by telling me that she didn't think I'd be able to do a plank. I know full well that I can't do a plank (or couldn't because I can now do a 15 second plank, thank you very much) but I was going to try or kill myself. I tried kale because someone told me I wouldn't like it. I've been known to get in my car and drive off, intent on some random destination, because my mother told me she didn't want me going off by myself. Enough random people (complete strangers do love to chime in, don't they?) told me that I would look ridiculous without hair that it fuels my fire every year to participate in St. Baldricks.
Conversely, if you want to kill my actions dead, give me a halfhearted pat on the back and a almost mocking, "You can do it" and I'm all about dropping whatever I'm doing and running the other way.
Strange. I've known this about my character but it seems to be something that is getting WORSE and not better as I age. It's not something that I've grown out of, much to the chagrin of my family. I'm trying to figure out if it's an actual flaw in my character and if there's something I can do.
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Date: 2013-03-23 04:12 pm (UTC)From:Anyway if you have any questions or whatever i am a PM away :)
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Date: 2013-03-26 04:47 am (UTC)From:Thanks! I'll keep your offer in mind! *hugs*
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Date: 2013-03-26 04:52 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-03-23 05:50 pm (UTC)From:As for the exercise stuff, I bet you can't find something you enjoy doing.
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Date: 2013-03-26 04:47 am (UTC)From::D