this is really hard

she- ohhhhh, i dunno. maybe i should bring my mother in.
me- that's a good idea.

she- i'm just not good at this.
me- ohhh,you're doing great!

she- do you really like it?
me- yeah, they're beautiful together.

she- oh, i just don't want to make a mistake,you know? i really really want it to be right. 
me- mmhmm.

she- i think the blue is just too much. what do you think?
me (well, i chose the three throw pillows we are looking at, and i'm pretty good at it so, no, i don't think it's too much.i think it works.)

she- what do they call that color?
me- um, seaside.

she- oh, i wasn't really going for a sea like look.
me - oh,right. (listen,it doesn't matter if it's called oil spill. it doesn't matter if it's called staph infection.the color is the color you SEE. Gahhhhd! what difference does it make what they call it? this is so hard. this is so so hard.)

she-i think i'd better bring my mother in.
me- oh,that's a good idea. (cause at 33,you're really not ready yet to pick out your own throw pillows.)

she- ughhhh,this is so hard. i mean, this is REALLY HARD FOR ME. i'm just not good at it and it's really really hard.
me- ohhhh, you're doing great. don't be so hard on yourself.

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note- how the "f" do people like this not get chewed up and spit out by this city? 
if picking out and buying $600 worth of decorative pillows crushes your confidence and throws you in to a fit of hand wringing,what is going to happen when you get fired and receive and eviction notice form the landlord on the same day? pull up your diaper,it's time for big girl shopping.
it's really hard. it's really,really hard.