People are happy to give us their opinions, aren’t they? Even when we don’t ask. But, why do we ask? Does what they think really matter in the long-term scope of life?
So, you’ve probably already been judging me for buying a diamond in the Caribbean. Or maybe for not bringing you back something nice, too.
Which means it’s time to finish telling on myself. When you left me on Monday, I was walking into the den of diamonds. Completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
A Diamond in any other Color
I mentioned how wedding rings traditionally have diamonds. And these are clear diamonds. The more colorless the better.
I have to say, I’ve swerved from the traditional path. (People have something to say about that, too, I’m sure.)
While we listened to the shopping expert give her spiel, Mr. Wonderful was jotting down notes on watches (THAT’S a whole different story). Me, I was gaping at the rainbow of colors.
Chocolate. Pink. Blue. Black. Diamonds – but with color. (Because we all know clear is not a color.)
And I’d become a little infatuated with blue diamonds. Not that the pink weren’t sparkly or the black wouldn’t go with any outfit. But there’s something about blue. *sighs*
Little did I suspect as I trod into the den of diamonds to pick up my free charm bracelet and charms that this store would host a gaggle of the brilliant blue babies.
In fact, blue diamonds abound with this retailer. (I mean, level two distributor who can give you the BEST deal ever because you don’t have to pay any middle men. Yes, I’m repeating word-for-word what our shopping expert told us.)
Next thing I know, one of the managers is presenting me with a 1.62 carat blue diamond pendant. (”I don’t wear necklaces.”) And showing me how it would look set in a diamond wedding band and paired with the blue and white diamond band I had starting drooling over admiring.
OR there was this Crown of Light cut white diamond (.82 carats) that I could set between the blue diamonds. This is what I wanted. Or so I thought.
But when they displayed those diamonds side by side in the proposed settings, I had to admit the blue diamond called to me. It was unique. It was my color. And it was HONKING HUGE.
Not that I care about that. Or I didn’t think I did.
Until the man started giving us numbers. We could get the blue diamond – twice the size of the white – for the exact same price as the much smaller traditional diamond.
What about the Crown of Light cut? That’s what I really wanted, right?
Lucky for me (or perhaps the salesman), that gorgeous blue diamond that glittered and glistened like snow in the sun was also faceted in the Crown of Light manner.
What do you think?
Enter the moment when the title comes into play. You know, the issue of what other people think (and if it matters to me).
My jaw still sat on the floor at the exorbitant figure this man wanted us to spend on a new wedding set. I’m a starving artist. I LOST money in my career during 2015. Anything over $1000 seems out of reach.
This was WAY beyond that.
My husband asks, “What will you say when other people don’t really like this ring? That might happen.”
Because, you know, it isn’t a traditional white diamond. And it’s gigantic, so people will likely assume it’s zirconium (i.e. FAKE).
It took me a second to answer. But not because I was pondering the question. My brain was still frozen over the price tag. And the fact we were still talking about this ring instead of walking out of the store (we had the charm we came for).
So you don’t like my ring, huh?
“I’ll tell them it’s unique and showcases my individual style and personality.” (You know, the standby ‘it’s unique like me’ argument.)
He nods. The bartering begins. And just like that I’ve got a ring I never planned to want.
The Truth of It
The truth is, I received tons of compliments on ring number two in the five or ten years I wore it. The same can be said of ring number three.
“Your ring is gorgeous.”
“Are those rubies? What a cool idea!”
“Where did you get that ring? It’s amazing.”
“I’ve never seen a wedding ring like that before.”
And the list could go on for the rest of the page, but you get the gist.
Welcome to the present. Now I have a truly amazing ring. One that is unique in every way. But very few people have said anything about it.
Granted, I’m not the person who shoves my hand into someone’s face and says, “Look what The Man bought me.” Mainly because I don’t want to answer what will be the next question, “How much did it cost?”
Because it cost more than my husband should have spent. Anytime he buys me something I perceive as expensive (and only a millionaire wouldn’t classify this ring that way), I immediately shy away from it.
I don’t deserve that. The money could be better spent elsewhere.
What is that about? (Whatever it is, it will have to wait for a different blog post – or better yet, a therapy session.)
Do any of us deserve a gift?
And why does your opinion of a gift I received matter?
Sorry. That’s the truth. The gift was for me. Personalized according to my specifications.
I adore it. I’m amazed by it. I stare at it, twisting it this way and that in different lights (while hubbs laughs at me).
The giver wanted to demonstrate his love. He thinks nothing about the price being “too much.” Is anything too expensive for the one you love?
In the end, what other people think about my ring (and I guarantee you, they all have opinions, even if they haven’t spouted them to me) doesn’t matter.
I might need to say that a few
thousand more times. Because when I love something, I want everyone else to love it, too.
But if they don’t? That should never affect my feelings or thoughts.
Do you let what other people think affect your own attitudes? Why is this such an epidemic in our society?
4 thoughts on “Why What other People Thinks Doesn’t Matter”
I thought that ring was new but wasn’t entirely sure. I tend to not be very observant so I couldn’t figure out if you’d always had it or if it really was new. It’s definitely gorgeous! And fits you completely. 🙂
And I told Jeff when I wrote this post everyone is going to say, “Shari wants us to notice and compliment her ring.” But I don’t. I just think it’s strange that what other people might think weighed into the conversation when we were standing in the jewelry store considering the purchase.
It was weird. And enlightening, the more I thought about it. You know me and my wacko writer brain.
A pic of the ring would be lovely. I love big, gaudy, sparkly, and different. Sounds perfect!!
Yes. I intended to post one but things happened and I forgot to add it to the post. I wanted one of each of the other rings, too, so everyone could enjoy the progression. I will try to get them added and put a link back on my FB feed so people will know to check in with that if they’re interested.