Sometimes, (most times) it’s because a friend wants to do something and doesn’t want to do it alone.
Sometimes you think it will lead you somewhere else that you want to be or maybe give you work gigs. (They rarely do either.)
Sometimes you have no freaking idea why you agreed to do it so let’s blame that one on the margaritas.
The irony of this conversation was that I was accompanying her on a blueberry picking trip. Truly, I don’t need to pick blueberries. The beloved husband does not like them and I can be satisfied with a pint or two from the store or farmers’ market.
I agreed to pick blueberries because I enjoy her. It’s quite a drive and it’s nice to have company.
That got me thinking of all the things I have agreed to do that I normally wouldn’t do. Some turned out well and some….well…they give me stories to tell.
I am exercising at the gym because I was coerced into trying it ten years ago. I really didn’t want to do it (I hate exercise) but I agreed to a three-month trial for a friend. The rest is history. (This one was good!)
When I lived in New Jersey, one of my friends badgered (yes, badgered) me into joining a bridge club. I am not the bridge type. I am the animal rummy type. Maybe even Go Fish. Yes I did it and loved it. I got very competitive too. (This one was good!)
When I lived in Delaware, my neighbor asked me to join a garden club. Hey, I love gardening. Maybe I’d learn something and meet people with similar interests. I brought the average age down to 70 (I was about 40 at the time.) and it turns out that this club did the maintenance for several historical sites. Translation – they needed me as slave labor to pull weeds. The only thing I learned was to be sure to wash off afterward so the poison ivy wouldn’t be too bad. (Not so good!)
I once chaperoned a bunch of kids on a church camping trip. That was so wrong on so many levels. My friends can’t picture me doing either of those activities let alone both on one trip. In a way, I enjoyed the weekend but never did it again. I realized just how much I hate camping…all those bugs and stuff. It is doesn’t say Hilton, I’m not going. (or at least Motel 6!)
Over the years I have become more selective on what I will agree to – shopping, eating, fun or drinking – YES, YES, YES!
Anything that’s work — mostly no or if I really care about the person — maybe. Anything with bugs, cold, or that’s really dirty – absolutely not!
That won’t stop me from agreeing to do something bizarre and afterward asking myself, “Why did you do that?” Hey, if you don’t try things, you don’t know.