Past many many weeks, on a late saturday afternoon, the warmth of the sun was tad bit high, there wasn’t a soul on the street, just cars lined on the curb…the curtains of my windows were gently moving to the breeze from the fan and I’ve just finished zipping songs and almost was ready to doze off, listening to the songs. Then I hear my husband of 7 years hollering from downstairs… what are you doing !
Me: nothing much, why!
Him: What shall we get for Mr. K’s daughter for her b’day party?
Me: What party?
Him: Didn’t I tell you, must have skipped my mind. It’s at 7pm tonight.
I put my hand on chest and swear dear all, I live with a man who’s memory has failed him more than he’ll admit to. He shrugs with a simple devious smile, I forgot!
I refused to whip out off my lazy mind at the nth hour and made up my mind not to go.
But rumor has it that few such declinations later, “not so important” acquaintances have gone beyond repair, I’ve been labeled a snob, a “no-show” for selective parties. Maybe I’m, maybe I’m not, depends on who’s talking.
These state of affairs reminds me of a email tag a close friend of mine uses, “I do not have an ATTITUDE problem, people have a PERCEPTION problem”. Added to people’s perceptions, I’m a victim of an forgetful spouse. Blame me…for all the social crisis we are facing !
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