“Try these,” my husband said. “Try on the Brooks or Saucony shoes; they’re really good brands.”
“I like ASICS,” I said. “They feel great on my feet, and I don’t have to think about trying on something else. They always fit.”
“Try something new, for Pete’s sake! It’s good for you,” Boo preached.
“Mother, you always get Cajun Shrimp on your toes, every time we get pedicures. There are hundreds of other colors, and you pick the same one,” my daughters chide me.
“I like Cajun Shrimp,” I said. “There are too many choices and besides I know I already like it. It’s my signature color!”
When I go to the grocery store, I try to park in the same aisle, in approximately the same place so I’ll always remember where my car is. I’m a creature of habit and maybe a little OCD, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t want to be that person searching the parking lot, looking for my black Honda Accord among all the others.
Once, on a trip home from seeing the grandkids, we stopped at Buc-ee’s for a snack and some gasoline. We’ve stopped there many times before, so I utilized the pristine restroom and then perused the many aisles of snacks, chips, nuts, candy, sandwiches, and jerky. Boo waltzed by and called, “I’ll meet you at the car.”
When I finally paid, walked out to the car, and plopped down in the front seat, I heard him say, “Ah ha! I knew it! I knew you would get Chex Mix.”
I felt a little sheepish, but before I could defend myself, Boo started in, “Every time we stop for a snack, it doesn’t matter where we are, you take forever to look around and then you buy a water and Chex Mix. I don’t understand you. Why don’t you just go straight to the Chex Mix?”
“I might miss something good if I don’t look around.”
“If you ask me, you did miss something good, EVERYTHING except Chex Mix.”
“I didn’t ask you,” I lamely injected. “But not that it’s any of your business, I did shake it up this time. I got the Bold flavor.”
“Oh Boo,” he said with a tsk tsk.
“Oh, Boo yourself,” I snapped.
I admit only to you and myself that I am set in my ways. Life is full of so many decisions, do I really need to add more? I like what I like. Does that make me mistaken or worse, boring? Maybe, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
In my mind, I am spontaneous and adventurous. I try new things and live on the edge, but the truth is I appear to be stuck in my ways. Don’t get Boo started on asking me where I want to eat out. For some reason, I always say I don’t care, but if he mentions a place, I usually don’t like it. Ugh. I have my favorites for just every day, and I am pretty set on what I eat at certain places. Chick-fil-A: Market Salad. Panera: Chicken noodle soup or Strawberry Poppyseed salad. and Luby’s: Roasted chicken or fried fish, broccoli, and cornbread. Just saying this makes me cringe.
Am I just an old, retired schoolteacher too addled to try something new? Have I become boring and comfortable like melba toast and an old brown sweater? I prefer to think of it as ‘Don’t fix what ain’t broke,’ but seeing the truth about myself is a hard pill to swallow.
Not too long ago, we went out to eat at Cheddar’s after church. “What looks good to you, babe?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know what I’m hungry for. What about you?” he asked.
“You tell me first,” I said.
“Nope, I want to see if you try something new.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I will!” I defied him.
I scoured the menu pretending to think about what I might want, but I already knew what I would get. I ordered a predictable standby: Miso salmon, broccoli, and green beans, while Boo ordered something new. He made his choice from a separate menu insert labeled “Three NEW Shrimp Feasts.” And they used words like ‘Ultimate’ and ‘New twist on old favorites.’ His choice was a delicious looking shrimp pasta dish that was absolutely beautiful.
When our lunch came, I was already jealous.
He looked at my salmon and broccoli and I drooled over his shrimp dish.
“Can I have a bite?” I asked. “I can’t help it.”
“Oh, Boo,” he tsked.
As of late I have really been trying to shake things up. I now wear Brooks tennis shoes exclusively and even admitted to Boo that he was right. I do like them better than ASICS. I branched out at Panera and got one of their new ‘bowl’ lunches with chicken and quinoa. I’m also thinking about getting something different at Buc-ee’s next time we stop, and I painted my toe nails a Caribbean Blue, even though I felt conspicuous.
Change is very hard for some of us and although I like the idea of being ‘out there’ to some extent, I am mostly a brown sweater with melba toast kind of girl. I don’t mind being predictable and safe. It’s just who I am. And there’s nothing wrong with that.