The other morning, two coworkers came into my office just as I arrived.
Betty: Hey, monstro. Wilma has a question to ask.
Internally I brace myself. Uh-oh. What now?
Wilma: We were just talking about my wedding. How about you play your viola for the ceremony? It could be your wedding present to me. Would you do it?
Me: Uh…no.
Background. All three of us are “friends”. I put this word in quotation marks not to be a jerk, but because I don’t consider myself very close to them. They have never been to my home, nor me to theirs. I have socialized with them outside of work before, but not very often. I can’t imagine confiding anything personal to either one of them, though they have no problem spilling their guts to me. I like them okay, but they are strictly work-place buds. As in, if it weren’t for work, there wouldn’t be a relationship. Outside of work, their quirks would drive me crazy. And I’m sure mine wouldn’t suit them either.
Now, if Wilma’s wedding was in Virgnia, I would consider going. We don’t have a lot in common and our personalities don’t match at all (we’re pretty much opposites), but surprisingly I get along with her. We do things that work-place buds do, like eat lunch together and bum candy/game off of each other and exchange funny looks during staff meetings. Her wedding is in rural Michigan, though. That means buying a plane ticket, making hotel reservations for mulitiple days, and twiddling my thumbs around people I don’t know, with the exception of Betty who says she’s going. Who I can barely tolerate for 8 hours at a time because she’s always complaining or being anal-retentively annoying. So I had no plans to attend this shendig, despite having to hear about it every hour on the hour, every day for the last month (the wedding is in August!!). My plan was to buy her a nice gift (I’m taking a pottery class, and I was thinking about making her some cool bowls), maybe take her to lunch with other coworkers, and be done with it.
So not only was I taken aback by the assumption that I was going to the wedding, but that I would gladly perform for the ceremony. These are things that a very close friend would do. But I’m not that friend. I’m the friend that will give you half of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich if you’ve left yours at home. I’m the friend who’ll change your cat’s kitty litter box when you go out of town. But I’m not the friend who will fly across the country and play in front of a bunch of strangers (including the groom). Wilma’s never even heard me play before. She doesn’t even know if I sound like crap!
Am I jerk for feeling kinda put out by her request? I feel like I am. Both Wilma and Betty both assumed I’d say yes, which means they think I’m much more “into” our relationship than I am. In the past Betty has told me that I’m cold and heartless–and though she says it in jest, I have a feeling she believes it. She knows enough about me to know that I would be sensitive to such a remark, but she says it anyway. And it’s situations like this one which make me agree with her. I’d love to be the type of person they want me to be, and maybe going to the wedding would make me that person. But why should I give more weight to peer pressure than “me” pressure? It’s not selfish to be the kind of friend I’m most comfortable being, is it?
I made the mistake of trying to smooth things over by telling Wilma I would come to the wedding, but just as a guest. So now I feel like I have to go. :smack: