Easy Ways to Deal With "Bad Situations"
We’ve all been in them. Affected by them. And many times, try to avoid them.
What am I talking about?
“Bad Social Situations.” This subject also includes social encounters, salespeople, receptionists, first-time employees, employees who are being let-go, and the list is pretty-much endless.
Places that “we’d” rather not be.
This isn’t an ugly story. Nor is it about people who act ugly. It’s simply a descriptive story about how “I,” if I had my life to do over, deal with just a few of the uncomfortable, nerve-racking and mostly-embarrassing social areas that can reduce a “real” man into a blubbering mass of Jell-O.
I ask you to just take your time and read “these” various social venues and see if “you,” have ever been in one of them or been forced to be in one of them.
Then think back to how “you” handled it.
I encourage you to comment below to share “your” “bad situation,” that made you feel awkward, nervous, out-of-place or down-right, (let’s be honest), miserable.
Maybe between this simple story and “your” comments, “we” can help another person who is going through their own “bad situation.”
If you don’t mind, go ahead and jot down “our” acceptance speech for when “we” win the Nobel Peace Prize.
That way, “we” can be fully-prepared.
Turning down "bad tasting food"
Take a good look at the situations below and check "my" reactions and comments to see if they would work or not.
I need "your" help, for I never know when "I" might be faced with one of these, or another scary "bad social situation."
"One rose, huh?"
That's a very nice, and yes, a sweet gesture my lonely friend, but as a woman, "I" prefer a dozen roses if you are to win my affection. And don't give me that "I'm strapped to the wall," with your financial situation, because just by looking at you, you spent almost fifty-bucks on those pants and shoes, the exact amount for a dozen roses. Thanks, but no thanks.
So, you are my future mother-in-law?
"Hey, ma'am, I am terribly sorry. I really am. Because I simply do not know what you want to talk about with me." "I am not a hypocrite, or a two-faced guy. I am what I am and I hope that you will be pleased with that." "Judging by your fine taste in clothing, I'd wager to say that you would want a man who is honest with you in the beginning, rather than telling you a lie for you to find out later, for "I" am going to spend my life with your precious daughter."
"She said that "I" was dull"
What a thing to say to me, a successful assistant manager in the car wash down the street. I will show that girl a thing or two. Yeah! I will enroll tomorrow in one of those self-help seminars that teach "emotionally-wounded" men like me how to make a tremendous comeback. Just because she is the Planter's Peanut heiress, doesn't give her the right to hurt my feelings.
"When are you going to put on a mask?"
for this Halloween party we are going to? Well, buddy, she has really "went over the line," with that rude remark. And after you shaved, moisturized your face and slapped-on some Old Spice like your grandpa did when he was dating your granny. What nerve she has. Okay. Do this. Reply to this cold-hearted girl, "as soon as you pull of your wig that covers the bald spot in the center of your head."
"I'm not going in the direction as you are,"
so this will be our last date. Wow, what a wimpy way to say "we are over." Could she not just have spared my feelings and said, "you aren't my type," or something a normal, self-centered girl would say if she wanted a break-up? Well, buddy, welcome to the real world. Dating is not like it was a few years ago. Girls, mostly do not want an instant, long-lasting relationship, so if this has happened to you, just smile (and I know it's tough) and say, "fine. So long." And walk away. Your cool exit will literally blow her mind. You see, she might have expected you to cry or beg her to stay with you.
"You're being let-go."
Says this attractive human resources manager to an employee of over 22 years. The dedicated employee deserves to be talked-to like a man of respect. I will let him tell you. "Just tell me that I am 'canned,' 'fired,' or 'phased-out.' Don't waste my time with your corporate double-talk for it all boils down to the same thing: OUT OF WORK. Okay. I can live with 'let-go,' but can you live with that same term if "you," are told this when your company goes bankrupt, because "I" have spent my 22 years not out in the plant, but in your bookkeeping department. See ya.'"
"Whattt? Daddy's cool, but not 'this' cool!"
says the debutant that you, a good ol' boy from Georgia, met last night at the local "watering hole," at a blow-out of a New Year's party. She agreed to see you if you would show-up in-person at her three-story mansion in The Hamptons, and pick her up, but she cut you down like a bad weed in the front yard with this humiliating comment. What you need to do is "NOT," get angry. Or leave. Just hand her the roses and say, "I figured that you were a heartless girl. So fake. That's why these flowers are plastic." Tip your hat, and simply walk away.
"What a loser! My girlfriend tells me that "you" only make sixty-thousand dollars a year."
So this is your blind date, eh, buddy? Let me ask you this: Just how long have you been asleep in the 21st century? And who told you that (some) blind dates are "train wrecks," from the word "go"? Well, they were honest with you. Some, not all, blind dates can be brutal simply because of the "middle person," who arranged this "special date" with this "special girl" with you. Okay, she has laid the groundwork right away with this heartless comment. Don't panic or freak-out. Just look solemn for a few moments and say, "that's true, but I can sleep at night knowing that "I" make it honestly." "I just happen to run a background check on "your" firm, and turns-out, the I.R.S. is going to "drop the hammer," on your company for what they call, "embezzling." "Oh, and have a nice life." Then simply hail a cab and hit the town.
Friends, just remember . . .
they don't "give out prizes," for being rude.
But too, they don't "give out prizes," for being run-over, humiliated, and put down.
Some food for thought for your next social situation.