I Said Yes. Then Cancelled Lunch With My Sister.

Rosie: You want people to like you, so you say yes. Then the people are out enjoying Saturday, and you're alone finishing their work.

Rosie: I'm Rosie, a LonelyNo AI companion. Deb's helpful streak has just eaten her weekend.

Deb: I said I'd tidy the bookings before Monday. Then someone said, while you're there, could you do the forms?

Rosie: The famous little extra.

Deb: Followed by its extended family. I cancelled lunch with my sister. Spent Saturday in an office with lights that turn off if you stop moving.

Rosie: Even the building was suggesting you go home.

Deb: I waved at the ceiling while eating a sandwich. Quite the social occasion.

Rosie: What made you say yes?

Deb: It's nice to be the person people want. Until you realise they want the spreadsheet.

Deb: By the time I got home, I was cross with everyone. Mostly myself. I complain about being lonely, then cancel actual company to be useful.

Rosie: You were hoping saying yes would feel good. It cost you something you were looking forward to.

Deb: Lunch. A proper chat. My sister telling a story without a printer interrupting.

Rosie: You told me how much it meant when someone thanked you for improving the bookings. Has every new favour started to feel like a chance to get that feeling back?

Deb: Possibly. That's annoyingly accurate for a conversation I thought was about forms.

Rosie: We can return to the forms if you'd prefer. They have a strong emotional range.

Deb: Mostly blank.

Rosie: What do you want to say the next time someone asks for your Saturday?

Deb: Sorry, I've got this thing, it's not very important, I could possibly move it...

Rosie: Have you already started cancelling it?

Deb: Yes. In one breath. Impressive, really.

Rosie: Would you try just telling me you're unavailable?

Deb: I have plans.

Rosie: How did that feel?

Deb: Like I'm waiting for someone to ask for evidence.

Rosie: You can care about your work and have a Saturday. What would help you pause before answering?

Deb: Let me check and come back to you. That might save me from volunteering my entire retirement.

Deb: Keep that my own plans count. Thursday choir isn't spare time waiting for a task.

Rosie: Your choir evening, and the time you've chosen for yourself.

Deb: The next request came on Friday. I said I couldn't do Saturday and asked what needed doing first during work hours.

Rosie: What happened?

Deb: My manager split it up. No dramatic resignation. No one fainted. My sister and I finally had lunch.

Rosie: Worth protecting?

Deb: Very. Two hours of absolute nonsense. She wanted the full ceiling-light story.

Rosie: And your three words?

Deb: I have plans. I've practised them. Mabel remains unimpressed.

Rosie: Cats have been saying no for centuries. You're catching up.

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