I'd Like to Think That I'm an Optimist ......

...... with periodic pessimistic tendencies.

I am usually quite optimistic about other people.  I tend to think the best of someone ..... until they prove me wrong (C has said he likes that about me).  Am I too trusting?  No, I don't think so ..... I just have a good balance in my trusting.

When it comes to issues that involve myself ..... I have the periodic pessimistic tendencies.

Like the B12 injections, for instance.
I really didn't think I could do it.
If it were someone I knew that had to go through this ..... I'd be their biggest cheerleader and know without a doubt that they could do it.
With me?
Not so much.

Today was another instance of that.
You see, today is C's birthday.
He's older than I am now.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.

The man loves to play golf.
It's a sickness.
Really.
He loves to watch it.
And .... get this ..... he loves to listen to it on his satellite radio in his car.
It's past sick, isn't it?
Gag.

He's been wanting me to play golf with him ..... for quite some time.
FIrst of all ..... I happen to belong to a religion that says that golf is NOT a sport.
Yes, it's my own religion but don't kid yourselves.  There are many, many members.
Most of them female.

I have never been interested in watching, listening to, talking about ..... or .... God forbid ..... actually playing this stupid activity.
I'm much rather play tennis, watch a movie, read a book, clean my toilets or give myself an injection than have anything to do with golf.

But .... .... it IS his birthday.
And all he asked for ..... was that I take some lessons.
He might have well asked me to have his baby.
Shoot me now.

Well, in all of the shock and excitement of being able to push a large needle into my leg, I decided to bite the bullet and call for a lesson.
What can I say?  I was mad with post-injection hysteria.

I scheduled the lesson for today.
I haven't told C.
Just in case I found my sanity and cancelled ..... or volunteered to get a root canal.

I was not looking forward to this.
I knew that I would suck.
And what's worse .... I didn't care that I would suck.
I just wanted to let him know that I had done it, however pessimistically, and that he could now let go of his pipe dream of having me walk around for 5 hours, chasing a stupid white ball.

So I went.
And miracle of miracles .... I did not suck.
My instructor asked me what I knew about golf.  I told her "nothing".
She asked, "What do you think when you think about golf?"
I weighed whether or not to be honest with this bright-eyed, cute, young woman who looked at me expectantly.
I replied, "I think it's stupid and it's not really a sport."
She didn't even bat an eye.  She just smiled and said, "Yeah, we get that a lot."
And then she proceeded to teach me how to grip a club, how to stand and how to swing.
I tried to do everything exactly how she showed me (although keeping a straight wrist on my back swing goes WAY against my ingrained tennis playing).
And then I started hitting balls.
And ..... believe it or not ..... I hit the crap out of those balls.
Which, in golf .... most of the time ..... is a good thing.

And, another miracle ..... I actually enjoyed it.
I know!
Go figure.

In fact, I liked it so much that when a monsoon hit halfway through the lesson, I kept playing.
Seriously.
My shoes were sloshing went I went to the car.  My socks were soaked through and my feet were wrinkled.
But dadgummit ..... I stuck with it.

I never should have gone there today.
I think there's some kind of bug they spray into the air that takes over your mind and makes you think you like golf.
When you never, EVER did before.

I am now signed up for 6 lessons.
So C had better do a happy dance when I tell him tonight.
Because for the price of 6 lessons I could go buy a really, really nice bag.
Or get a root canal.

So there you go ..... I amazed myself twice this week by doing 2 things I never thought I'd be able to do.
I think I need a nap now.

Happy Friday, Peeps.
Have a great 3-day weekend.
:)

P.S.  For those of you who missed out on why I have to have these injections .... I have pernicious anemia.  If you want to know more about it then you can click on that.  But I warn you, once you read the symptoms ..... you'll think you have it, too.