Sunday, December 28, 2008
OK. Cleansing my soul before the new year...
A while back, I wrote this. It is about embarrassing or mean questions someone asked me.
Well... I am not perfect and I have to say I've said some terrible things that caused me a huge amount of embarrassment, mortification, and self-loathe.
I know you think I am perfect and flawless and this hot chick who looks like Demi Moore.
But I've said some really terrible things. Just because I wasn't thinking before speaking. Urgh!
Example 1: I once ran into a coworker who I hadn't seen for months. She had a cute little boy in her arms. She introduced him as her son. And my reaction was, "He is a cutie pie! He looks exactly like you. He has your eyes and your bone structure." Her response? "Err.... I adopted him because I couldn't have a baby." OUCH!
Result 1: I wanted to quit my job and never ever see her again. But she decided to take some time off and quit her job. Maybe she wanted to avoid the awkward questions? Yuck.
Example 2: I went to a restaurant to pick up something and spotted a coworker "K". He had a beautiful little baby girl in his arms. So I walked up to him and said, "What a cutie pie!" And then shut up. I am smart that way. I learn my lessons well. "Thanks! My wife just had the baby." So I go, "Wow. Who do you think she looks like? You or your wife?" And he said, "Neither. She looks like her father.... My wife had a relationship with another man. But I still love the baby." OUCH! OUCH!
Result 2: I avoided K all the time. It became the focus of my life. It wasn't that bad because he traveled so much. I don't really care what people decide to do in their lives. But I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut. Yuck!
Example 3: Remember when those low waist pants were in fashion along with princess tops? To the guys who read my blog, that outfit did not flatter women. Only the zero size women. But we all wore them and it made us all look pregnant. So I run into another female coworker wearing this outfit. And she looked at least 6 months pregnant.
OK. Brace yourself. You may never love me after I reveal this. I stretch my arms, touch her tummy and go, "Oh how cute." There are no words to describe what happened afterwards. The ouches and yucks went to a whole different level.
Result 3: Quit my job. There was no choice. I still feel so mortified and full of self-loathe when I write about it. I wish the earth would open up and swallow me. WTF was I thinking? Even writing about this makes me sick to my stomach.
I bet you hate me now.
The bottom line of this post is that I did learn to keep my mouth shut. And never ever speak before thinking. So if we ever meet in person, don't be surprised if I never utter a word. I am terrified of what will come out. Sometimes I wish that there was a car wash for people. Go in there and all your sins and stupidities are washed off. But we don't have them and so have to live with our stupidities and demons forever. Oh well...
By the way, I do look like Demi Moore.
Just without all the plastic surgery.
Oh and you must love me!
Posted by Scriber's Web at 5:06 AM