My wife wants to paint our bedroom drawers, so got some testers and painted a small section on each drawer. She called me in and asked which I preferred.
I gave my answer.
“No, it’s none of them,” she replied, “None of them are any good”
I have a mini anxiety spike every time my wife asks my opinion. I know my opinion means nothing and shes already decided, but I have to guess right to validate her choice, which I have to figure out by watching for nigh-imperceptible tells.
My wife wants to paint our bedroom drawers, so got some testers and painted a small section on each drawer. She called me in and asked which I preferred.
I gave my answer.
“No, it’s none of them,” she replied, “None of them are any good”
I’m glad she asked my opinion.
I have a mini anxiety spike every time my wife asks my opinion. I know my opinion means nothing and shes already decided, but I have to guess right to validate her choice, which I have to figure out by watching for nigh-imperceptible tells.