Not flakey or indecisive, just broke
I'm trying to figure out why this whole "I can't go with you" business upsets me more than your average disappointment. I hate the crushing decline that starts rather optimistically at
"Yea! Let's go! thisisgonnabefun!cool!excitementexcitement"
to
"ehh...I have to figure out how to go/pay for it/I can't and probably shouldn't take off of work"
to more
"[are you going?] ehhh..maybe?"
and finally, to
"errr, uh, hmm...eh. No I can't go. I can't afford it."
Balls.
Growing up we always talked about going on vacation or making plans for somewhere, but we never actually did them. We wanted to, we got excited about them, but they never actually happened for one reason or another, usually because it was too expensive.
It was always a 'next year' or 'next time' or 'when i get some money'. Which is FINE, but after a while I stopped getting excited about things I knew would never happen.
And now I find myself getting really excited about the idea of doing all of these things/going I want to do, but still feel that crushing reality of knowing I can't. It's more of a slap in the face than I'd like.
I still really hate making plans and not being able to follow through with them. Is it better to just not make plans? I don't think so. But it still sucks.
"Yea! Let's go! thisisgonnabefun!cool!excitementexcitement"
to
"ehh...I have to figure out how to go/pay for it/I can't and probably shouldn't take off of work"
to more
"[are you going?] ehhh..maybe?"
and finally, to
"errr, uh, hmm...eh. No I can't go. I can't afford it."
Balls.
Growing up we always talked about going on vacation or making plans for somewhere, but we never actually did them. We wanted to, we got excited about them, but they never actually happened for one reason or another, usually because it was too expensive.
It was always a 'next year' or 'next time' or 'when i get some money'. Which is FINE, but after a while I stopped getting excited about things I knew would never happen.
And now I find myself getting really excited about the idea of doing all of these things/going I want to do, but still feel that crushing reality of knowing I can't. It's more of a slap in the face than I'd like.
I still really hate making plans and not being able to follow through with them. Is it better to just not make plans? I don't think so. But it still sucks.
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