Best (Wo)man...
So, Eugene calls me up today and tells me, "I'm ready to make that step." I'm like, "Okay....What are you talking about?" He replies, "I'm ready to propose to my girlfriend. I'm planning on doing it in a couple of months. It's basically going to be a long engagement period though, that's if she says yes, which I believe she will." And then there is just silence. Eugene then says, "Hey, are you there? Why are you so quiet?"
As I sat there, trying to find the words to say, there was nothing that I really wanted to say to him. I just said, "Eugene, the choice is yours. Whatever I say should not dictate your actions. So, I'd rather not say anything." And of course, him being how he is, he basically begs me to tell him what's on my mind because he just knows that I have so much to say.
I then try to choose my words carefully and tell him how I feel. I essentially say that I feel that he is making a rushed decision and the fact that his girlfriend is only in her first year of college does not help. I tell him that he needs to make sure that the proposal is not out of selfishness (a way of him trying to have a sense of security). I tell him, if anything, he needs to be focusing on graduating and becoming financially stable. And of course, he's defending himself to me the entire time, which I respond by saying that he does not have to defend himself to me. After a little more silence, a few words here and there, and a little probing on his part, I end up telling him that I'll support him no matter what; the choice is his.
After he jokingly mocks me, as he always does because he feels that he knows me so well (a lot of time he is correct, I admit, but it's still annoying), he tells, as he has before, that I'm his best friend. He then says that if it were normal, he would choose me as his 'Best Man' and that he thanks me for being supportive of him.
As always, I'm a little puzzled at the randomness of all this. I'm also puzzled that I have nothing more to say about it. I guess after a while of not having control, when more stuff that seems out of the ordinary comes to light, the easier it is to just let it roll off your shoulders. If I can't control it, why be stressed about it? I must keep reminding myself to just go with the flow. Maybe the grass is greener on the other side.
Psalm 130:5-6 (NIV)
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
As I sat there, trying to find the words to say, there was nothing that I really wanted to say to him. I just said, "Eugene, the choice is yours. Whatever I say should not dictate your actions. So, I'd rather not say anything." And of course, him being how he is, he basically begs me to tell him what's on my mind because he just knows that I have so much to say.
I then try to choose my words carefully and tell him how I feel. I essentially say that I feel that he is making a rushed decision and the fact that his girlfriend is only in her first year of college does not help. I tell him that he needs to make sure that the proposal is not out of selfishness (a way of him trying to have a sense of security). I tell him, if anything, he needs to be focusing on graduating and becoming financially stable. And of course, he's defending himself to me the entire time, which I respond by saying that he does not have to defend himself to me. After a little more silence, a few words here and there, and a little probing on his part, I end up telling him that I'll support him no matter what; the choice is his.
After he jokingly mocks me, as he always does because he feels that he knows me so well (a lot of time he is correct, I admit, but it's still annoying), he tells, as he has before, that I'm his best friend. He then says that if it were normal, he would choose me as his 'Best Man' and that he thanks me for being supportive of him.
As always, I'm a little puzzled at the randomness of all this. I'm also puzzled that I have nothing more to say about it. I guess after a while of not having control, when more stuff that seems out of the ordinary comes to light, the easier it is to just let it roll off your shoulders. If I can't control it, why be stressed about it? I must keep reminding myself to just go with the flow. Maybe the grass is greener on the other side.
Psalm 130:5-6 (NIV)
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
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