But who’s counting?

I spend too much time analyzing exactly what people say to me. It’s easy to do though since most of the time people speak without thinking and listen without hearing. Getting married brings out of a lot of that.

Last week I completely confused a man when I honestly answered his question if I was nervous about our wedding being so close. Honest answer – nope, not nervous. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. So I followed it up with, “what is there to be nervous about?”

He kindly and patiently explained to me that I should be nervous because I’m getting ready to make the life changing decision to be married to Brett and live with him for the rest of my life (Brett was sitting right next to me).42D

So I kindly explained to him that that wasn’t the case. I’d made that decision clear back when Brett asked me to marry him and I’d said yes and now we were just continuing on the path that decision led us. Nope. Not nervous.

Another one that I get is when people ask me how long till “the big day” and I tell them how many weeks or days it is till then. This isn’t just a wedding one though. As a teacher you get asked how many days there are left of school or how many days left of summer. Yet when you answer the question and tell the person how many days are left, they reply by rhetorically asking, “but who’s counting?”

Um, I’m counting. You’d think that would be obvious since I just answered the question. And you’d think they wouldn’t be surprised that I’d know since they obviously asked me expecting me to know. Yet that’s how that exchange always goes. And it’s fascinating in its illogical-ness to me.

It’s seven days, in case you were wondering. And yes, I am counting.