Yesterday I said something to SuperK that I shouldn't have said. This isn't the first time that this has happened. I have a bit of a track record saying things I shouldn't say. I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as it left my mouth. In fact, as it was coming out of my mouth I knew it.
"Why are you saying this, mouth?" my brain asked. "This is a terrible thing to say." You'd think that the brain would have more control over the mouth but it doesn't seem to work that way with me. The mouth is firmly in control.
It's not productive at all to know I shouldn't be talking after I've finished talking or while I'm still talking. The critical juncture is before I start talking. This isn't a new revelation for me. I've had this problem in the past. You'd think that I would have learned by now what with all the broken bones and lacerations I've suffered because of it.
When I tell my friends: "Do yourself a favor -- try not to talk today" there's a method to my madness. I mean, what do I care if someone else runs their mouth and gets in trouble? Frankly, if it's not about me I don't care that much. The idea is that I need to hear this advice.
Anyway, I was pointing out to her that she finishes most of my sentences for me. She's not particularly good at it. You'd think after 23 years she'd be a little better at it but what can you do? Honestly, I could care less that she does this. It's kind of endearing. It's not like I do that great a job finishing my remarks myself. Her finishes usually improve the conversation.
Funny thing is that she was upset about the thing I said before I said the thing I thought I was in trouble for. I merely followed up the worst stupid thing with a less stupid thing. This is not unusual for me, either, a whole string of stupid things.
"Oh, that?" she said, nonplussed. "I don't care about that. I'm going to keep doing that."
This is why it's important for me to talk to people. I have no idea what's going on with other people. They baffle me. I have no idea what's going on in the world. It baffles me.
Friday, November 18, 2011
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