As shared on Facebook.com/AwkwardList
Do you like to talk to yourself?
I love it. I do it as often as I can.
A couple of friends have told me that they used to do it often as children, and that they were pressured to stop by their parents or teachers. I am also a friend of me, so I am counting myself in there.
There’s something about it that I take great comfort in. It’s almost like prayer, meditation, or talk therapy. I make up problems and solve them, I have discussions with people I’ve never met, and plan out conversations with someone I really want to talk to (all of which fail immediately in actuality after saying hi).
Everything goes smoothly until you get caught.
Isn’t that the way they say it goes? It happens like this:
“Uh, who are you talking to?”
or more direct:
“Are you, haha, talking.. to yourself..?”
At which point you turn around and say:
I admire those people that get stared at because they talk to themselves out on the street. They may have something going on psychologically, but they still have a story to tell just like the rest of us. If you’ve been around me out in the street and see someone that just doesn’t give a crap about what people think about them, you’ve probably heard me say how much I like those people. If you want to wear a dress and sport a mustache that same day, go for it!
As long as your freedom doesn’t interfere with someone else’s freedom, we’re cool… right?
Have a good day, all!
Conversation is going smoothly. Lalala.. wait for it..
Wait, let me do that again:
It just slipped out, you said it.
Sometimes I wonder about those women who change boyfriends all the time, I mean how do they keep track of their names and such? How do they remember the guy’s favorite color or his favorite food? How do they not get names confused?
One of the posts that got Freshly Pressed on here – *applause* ..oh, thanks guys! ..*you guys are still applauding* thank you, thank you! *you guys don’t calm down* [barely audible: thank you guys, really] *applause* Thanks! *applause fades* … So what was I saying? Ah yes, the Freshly Pressed post –*applause*
Ok! Guys, seriously!
The freshly pressed post was titled “Forgetting someone’s name“, and even though it wasn’t that great or anything, it shows that this stuff is pretty common. When someone calls you by name, and you can’t remember their name, it makes the whole thing uncomfortable. The thing here is a little different though, you didn’t forget their name, you actually remembered someone else’s instead of their own.
I’ve been called Mike, Edgar, and even Hen. Every single one of those times, I just pretended I didn’t hear it. They noticed. And I let them simmer in the awkwardness.
And the same has happened the other way around. I made an interesting discovery: people will not usually call your attention to it. Though I am sure you can think of that one person that is not afraid of causing drama and will say “What did you just call me?”
In relationships though, things are a little different. It seems like even the simple things, such as farting, become a huge deal. Even liking or commenting on someone else’s photos can get you in trouble.
Well maybe that is a little extreme, but people get mad and feelings get hurt through that honest mistake.
Be careful. But don’t think about it too much because then you’re going to do it and then blame me for it. I don’t want that.
Let’s keep it PG-Rated 13. With just a splish splash of R.
Hahaha, kidding, jeez.