Please, please tell me that I am not the only one who gets randomly nervous in some social setting and prattles on like a sixth grader invited to the eighth grade dance. I can remember the last time I did something this clumsy and I was at Adventure River in Memphis, Tennessee on a youth group trip in 1987. I have managed to make an idiot of myself a time or zillion in the last twenty-three years, but these two instances really stand out in my memory.
And that's the other thing...it's not enough to look stupid in real life, you have to live with looking stupid IN YOUR HEAD for the next however-long-it-takes until you decide you are over it. I have elected to write about my social foible on the internet. I figure if I know that I looked stupid and the person I was talking to knows that I looked stupid, then it is only fair that everyone who reads me should be in on the secret too. I have a real live, honest-to-goodness blog account because I feel oh-so-better. Ahhh...the power of the online confessional. Oh yeah, lest I forget-I felt like my outfit was stupid too, but y'all know me...my lipstick was solidly in place, and I mean to tell you that back in 1987 at Adventure River, I was wearing lipstick then too. I'm totally serious.
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I've been to that place more times that I care to admit...I always seem to have diarrhea of the mouth at the worst time. hahaha
xoxo
Yep, story of my life.
I find that only happens to me if the other person doesnt say a thing. But at this point in my life I have no problem telling them it is their turn to throw the ball back!
I'm the same way. I made the mistake of giving my best friend's toast at her wedding straight from my head without preparation. I thought I did horrible but people kept saying it was good. It took me an hour and then I was over it, probably because of the drinks...
The after it happened I can't stop obsessing over the blunder for ever and ever is worse than the actual blunder.
I think it would help your readers for you to list details so that we can laugh...er..uh.. I mean support you.
I have a million dork stories on myself.
It is always worse inside your head than it is on the outside just smile and laugh with the rest of the world. We are all human.
My best friend and I call it "blab paranoia." We both suffer. It's getting a little better with age, but whether that's wisdom or just forgetting what I said, I don't know:).
Sweetie,
Was this worse than when your shoulder pad fell off in that expensive French restaurant?
I will see you this weekend and make it all better.
Mommy Lipstick
@Short Southern Momma...it was TOTALLY diarrhea of the mouth and I have to say I love that phrase.
@WB...I am so glad I am not alone.
@Suburban Princess...way to go, girl.
@Scientific Housewife...that is classic! Many movie scenes...
@MaryBeth...Me too. Boo hoo.
@SlamDunk...you made me cackle out loud.
@Bathwater...awww, hugs.
@LPC..."blab paranoia" now, that sounds chic.
@Mommy Lipstick...thanks a lot. It was that bad. Oh yeah, and it was kinda like that time that the lettuce crashed on my face and left all that salad dressing dripping off my nose. Uh huh, kinda like that.
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