Elizabethtown = 4/10. It wasn't as awful as Giselle let on, but it certainly wasn't great. Except the boner joke during the memorial service and the road trip at the end. She tried WAY too hard to get him.
Sometimes I blurt things out without thinking that are so rude. The collection of snide remarks are certainly going to send me straight to hell. Oh well.
I was on the phone this afternoon to a woman in her upper 40s. I'm supposed to have a semi-professional relationship with this woman. Let's call her Lori. Within the last 3 months, Lori had a minor heart attack. I have no idea what makes a minor heart attack and what makes a major one, but they all sound awful to me. This is one of the reasons why I exercise so fervently.
There are some people in the world that just don't understand when to be quiet. I feel obligated to ask "how you doin'?" when I talk to someone on the phone. It's almost a reflex. Except...when I ask Lori, she tells me all of the horrible things that have happened to her recently. Her life is always full of drama. Generally what she tells me is more drama than I could handle in two years time. Instinctively, I asked her how it was going this afternoon. The major crisis of the moment is that Lori had another minor heart attack two weeks ago. Then it went...
Lori: Girl, I'm tellin' ya. When I went to see that heart doctor, he told me that if I didn't get up off my butt and do some walking, I might be dead in a few years.
Lori: But shiii.....I dunno. Who has time for that anymore?
I paused for a moment. Here is a woman who knows how much I enjoy cardio. I understand many people do not like it. I get it. But did she really have to say it in such a way that was intended to make me feel like a weirdo for liking something that's actually good for me? What came out next was a result of saying how I truly feel and jabbing back at her. I didn't intended it to be this bad, though.
Me: Who has time for working out? Well...you do.
Lori was silent for a few seconds and handed me the phone to the party with whom I wished to speak. She didn't say bye or anything.
I felt like an complete ass. It should be Lori's choice as to whether or not she wants her health to be her motivation to move. In the very least, I should provide support and encouragement.
Yup. Goin' straight to hell I am.