Any man worth his salt will stick up for what he believes right, but it takes a slightly better man to acknowledge instantly and without reservation that he is in error.
~ Andrew Jackson
I have this friend who annoys the living fuck out of me because he has this idea in his head that he's not aging gracefully. I think it has something to do with something he heard a little while ago that he's taken to heart and it seems that no matter how many times I tell him that he's still sexy and he's still got it, it doesn't seem to stick.
But here's the thing...Salt and pepper in my opinion looks so fucking good on him, he wears it well and I think it's sexy as fuck.
So how many different ways do you think I could say the same thing differently before he believes it? I thought about hiring out a billboard but he'd never believe it was about him unless I spelled out his name and that would then maybe be a bit obnoxious.
I have written him letters, messages, little limericks even to get the point across and yet he still seems too in disbelief to change his mind, or to let me change it for him. He's been a wonderful friend for a good while and I consider him a close confidant. In fact, I tell him everything about life, love, work and all the stupid people that I have in my life that I need to tolerate even though I secretly want to punch them in the face! Ahhh, we have a good bond that we keep afloat whether we talk regularly or not...we just gel well together and it's generally an easy friendship to maintain. He and I have our own silly quirks and sometimes I irritate him just as much as he does me, but hey, that's part of the process isn't it?!
So what other creative ways should I employ to get him to stop his nonsense and just accept that his salt and pepper is pretty fucking awesome and he should just own it, flaunt it even?
Should I write it on stones and throw them at his hard noggin in the far fetched hope that something will penetrate? Seeing as he is one of the most hardheaded people I've ever met and as stubborn as they come. Almost as stubborn as me. And I'm not backing down on this one...or should I?
Maybe I should just admit defeat on this one and let it slide. I just wish he wasn't so hard on himself and full of shit all the time. I don't know if it's a deeper seated annoyance that is the root of it, but one day I reckon I'll convince him... one way or another. I never give up on getting people to see the truth right before their own bloody eyes.
Creative suggestions are most welcome - send them my way in the comments, help a gal out.