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(Not) The Garden Center, 2

Picking up from where I left off yesterday…

We turned around and started trekking back through the waist-high thorny weeds towards home. And then I started crying. Really quietly, because I didn’t want him to know I was crying. After all, what kind of wimp starts crying because of some thorny weeds? This kind of wimp, apparently.

I trekked along, quietly crying, a litany of reasons why I’m horrible and hiking is horrible and all of this is horribly running on a loop through my head when suddenly the stickers poking into my socks, tag-alongs (care of the weeds) I’d been collecting for the last hour, became intolerable. I stopped, trekking poles tucked under one arm, right foot propped on left knee yoga-style, lost my balance. Squatted slightly and started picking at the stickers that stabbed at my ankles. But they were horrible things, twisted and curled through the sock, through the silk sock-liner, scratching into my bare skin. And then I noticed that the tongue of my boot formed a cup against my foot and that cup was brimming with weedy stickery things so I tried to pick them out but then I thought, what if there is a bug in there? Or a spider? Or a tick? WHAT IF THERE IS A TICK?

And then I really started crying. By now Mike was a few hundred feet away (I have no idea how many feet. Maybe it was forty, I have no concept of distance) and so I had to call attention to my plight by shouting, “I need to stop! I have to take my shoes off!” Mike stopped and turned, stunned I was so far behind him. I stared at the ground, tears dripping off the end of my nose while I grit my teeth and tried to stop f***ing crying.

When he got to me I was a snotty, sweaty, blubbering mess. You think you know ugly crying? You have never seen ugly crying.

“I f***ing hate this! I f***ing hate this! This is horrible! Why do people do this?!?”
“Ok, can I help you take your shoes off? There you go. I’ll pick the stickers out of your shoe while you do your sock.”
(Sniffling) “Thank you. This is horrible. I hate this. You married the wrong girl if you wanted someone you could do this with.”
“That’s ridiculous. Just stop.”
We were both quiet for a minute. We picked the stickers out of my footwear.
“What do you hate?” he asked.
“This! It’s horrible! The weeds and the foliage in my face and bugs smacking into my head. It’s horrible!”
“This has sucked. This is not what Bolivia is going to be like.”
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT BOLIVIA IS GOING TO BE LIKE. YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO BOLIVIA.”
“We’re going to the highlands. This is not the highlands. This is the valley.”
He looked at me. I swiped at my tears and sniffled. “You don’t know.”
“We’re going to be hiking Inca roads, not fields of weeds.”
“But I don’t want to spend every weekend for the next two months doing this.”
“We don’t have to.”
“But we have to train!”
“We have to train, but we don’t have to do this ever again. This was a bad hike.”
“But I hate it!”
He heaved a sigh, but even I was getting tired.
“If you hate it next weekend, you don’t have to go. Ok? Honestly. I thought you would enjoy this but if you really don’t enjoy it you have a free pass to stay home. No hard feelings.”
“Really?”
“Of course! There’s no point in forcing yourself to do something that makes you miserable. You wouldn’t be doing anyone any favors. But, I don’t think you’ll hate it. I just think this was a bad hike. How are your feet?”
“Good. Thanks for helping me pick the stickers out.”
“Anytime.”

I don’t know why on earth he puts up with me, but I’m super glad he does. It helps that he has magical skillz when it comes to talking me off ledges. It is one of the reasons I married him. That and he’s really handsome. But I digress.

But wait! There’s more! (For tomorrow…)


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  • “There’s no point in forcing yourself to do something that makes you miserable.”
     
    Seriously wise words there. There’s a big difference between sitting through a bad movie or seeing a band you don’t really care for to be with someone and taking off to Bolivia for a major hiking trek.

    You can’t make yourself be someone you’re not. I think, no, I’m sure, Mike knows this.

  • Oh god, I know that feeling, and I hate that feeling…feeling like you WANT to like something because HE likes it so very much. Feeling stuck and fail-y and like you’re going to be a big let down or disappointment if you can’t muster up the chutzpah to enjoy an activity he wants you to enjoy together.  (for us, the big one is skiing: I’ve tried it several times and I’ve just never liked it. And he wants me to like it so badly.)

    It is a stinky feeling. And I think sometimes, you can suck it up and push past the discomfort and get to liking it (perhaps this is the next episode of this series?) and sometimes you can’t. I try to remind myself that not everyone likes the same activities, and sometimes there are just things that you don’t like to do. Even if that makes you feel like a disappointment.

    • You articulated that perfectly. I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was, but you nailed it. And yes, it’s a super stinky feeling. 

      There is so a reason we’re friends. August! 

  • ‘Cita

    Reminds me of the time I got Scuba certified to please my husband –  because he Loves the Sea So Much!!!  And I braved it for Years.  And I Never learned to like it.  Even a little.  It’s Wet.  And Salty.  And Sandy.  And kinda Scary down there. And you have to Clear Your Mask, over and over.  And NEVER Ever hold your breath. So, after several years, and finding a little bit of my own voice, I’d go, but stay on the boat, reading instead.  That worked. 

    • I feel you. I never felt comfortable forty feet under water either. It just felt… wrong. And I always wanted to rip the mask off my face, which is the opposite of survival. I’m glad you and Pop managed to find a compromise you both liked!

      As for this, I am actually really excited about our hike on Sunday, so we’ll see. It may turn out to be something I enjoy after all. 🙂