Just Say ... Maybe.

It's a beautiful bright sunshiny day. It's warm, the only clouds in the sky are the little white fluffy ones and the sky's that really faded blue that means it's hot as fuck out there. And cholten99 asks me if I fancy going for a walk.

Not particularly, no.

I know that exercise is good for me. I know that we don't get days like this in England very often. And I do want to spend time with him. However, due to my own stupidity (or the stresses of the week weighing heavily on my mind, take your pick) I only got a half-dose of my meds last night and am currently discovering just why I need the damn things. I'm not sure out in the bright hot sunshine is the best place for me this afternoon.

Besides, I'm tired. I've had a rough week. And if I was going outside, I'd go with a book to sit under a tree somewhere. I don't really see the fun in walking unless it's a) a forest hike (it's cooler, there tend to be fewer people and there are usually critters), b) on a beach somewhere (again, cooler, and I like the sea) or c) for some purpose like window-shopping. Anything else is just to get to a destination (usually work).

The problem is that I don't want to just flat-out refuse, because it's impolite. There are two ways to put things: his way (yes or no) and my way ("Well, I don't want to say 'no' because it's actually not that I don't want to engage in all the togetherness etc that the offer suggests but I don't want to say yes either because the actual suggestion you made doesn't appeal"). He keeps telling me, "You can just say 'no', y'know". No I can't. It's not nice.

Bah. Must grow out of my current thoughts on etiquette.