I had a dream about the current President of the United States. I was sitting in a room and it was full of people waiting to hear him speak. He walked up next to me an patted me on the shoulder. He mouthed a question to me.... I didn't understand him. I mouthed back "What?" And he patiently re iterated his question, though now in a muffled whisper. I still didn't understand him. In my dream I knew (as in reality) I had two options. Nod yes, as yes is the most likely the right answer, or look like a deaf fool and ask "WHAT?" one more time.
In my dream, as I would have in life ( I abhor awkwardness of any kind) I politely nodded the affirmative. * Before reading you should probably be warned that I drank all the Obama Kool-Aid. I fell under his spell on the eve of the democratic national convention and never looked back. He is my personal celebratiy. My Edward Cullen. It has NOTHING to do with party politics. Nothing at all. I simply adore him. Like... like a crush or something. Never since Billy Idol have I had such a love affair with someone I don't (or will never know) I am not a celebrity worship kind of gal... or at least I wasn't... Anywho.
So I nod in the positive and he smiles and walks away. At that moment a dear friend of mine slips into the empty seat next to me and begins ranting away as to what an idiot I am. I asked "Why?" and she tells me:
"The President just asked you if the seat next to you was taken, and you nodded 'Yes'!"
I died in my dream. Of a broken heart.
When I woke up I began to dissect it (as I do most things) and I began to wonder about how often we do those things in order to "save face." How often we don't take the road of persistence and instead fall into platitudes.
I don't want to be a nod my head person. I want to be a "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" person.
I know there has to be a middle ground. A line you can see that separates confidence from awkward pushy-ness. I am going to find it.