Well, how did I get here?

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Can't sleep. Moping.

The house painter emailed Friday to say that he was done, and to send the final check to his house. I went to the house today and was dismayed. It's mint-green. Unnatural mint-toothpaste green. I picked a pale sage green for the body of the house and a dark green for the foundation and trim. I got the pale green, but the dark green was replaced somehow by this bright toothpaste. I hate it.

So, I'm trying to figure out how did this happen? Which has turned into fretting about what is wrong with me, that over and over and OVER, I think I am communicating with another person, I think we have reached an agreement, I do my part (at least, I think so) and I end up with a hideous mess for which the other person is shocked -- shocked! -- that I am not delighted and grateful.

I'm sure it will be useful or at least diverting to track down exactly where the miscommunication happened. But, face facts, the only thing that all these miscommunications have in common is me. So, I wish I knew, what is wrong with me?

Comments

[From: wild_irises]

Miscommunications happen to everyone. The amazing thing is that communications happen. It's very likely not about you, but about the space between you and the house painter.

I ended up having my front hall repainted because the color I was so confident of when he painted a swatch was not at all the color I wanted when he painted the whole thing.