tact.
Do you ever have one of those days where everything you say is the wrong thing, and then you compound it by reacting the wrong way to everything everyone else says?
No?
That doesn’t sound familiar?
Whew. You’re lucky.
One of these years, I’ll learn to be sage, and I’ll learn restraint, and I’ll learn to leave some mystery, and I’ll learn a bit of finesse.
But until then, I’ll just continue to bludgeon my way through conversations and make the best of it.
And gush, when it occurs to me.
And express love, when I feel it.
And hang on to strong opinions, when I have them.
And be open, when I can’t help it.
And get mad, if that’s what’s needed.
And refuse to give advice about other women, just because that never goes well.
It might make life a little more interesting than it needs to be at times, but a little bit of awkward never killed anyone.
Right?
March 26th, 2007 at 4:25 am
Well, it hasn’t killed *me* yet, but it does keep me awake at night sometimes, wishing that I could have just kept my mouth SHUT. Gah.
March 26th, 2007 at 7:14 am
this happens to me all the time. in fact, some days i think i should just go home and get back in bed so that i don’t say anything else that’s stupid, or hurtful without thinking. :(
March 26th, 2007 at 7:41 am
You just described my day. And it isn’t over yet. Thanks for helping me get through it.
March 26th, 2007 at 7:43 am
I think I would prefer to be in conversation with someone open, honest about what they are thinking or feeling, and up-front. Yes, tact can be nice sometimes, but it tailors something that should never be tailored - the actual person. Or so I think. Right now. That could change in ten minutes.
March 26th, 2007 at 8:41 am
If a little bit of awkward had deadly consequences, no one would ever make it past the age of 12! I know I would certainly be dead, dead, dead by now!!!
March 26th, 2007 at 8:34 pm
I was going to say yes - the people who fall down elevator shafts, get their pants stuck in escalators, fall out of windows in tall buildings. But those people are clumsy. Clumsy and unlucky - that kills people. Awkward, nah. Awkward’s what makes the world go around, awkwardly.