Why don't I listen to myself?

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You know that moment when you think "don't say it, don't say it" and then you say it anyway! Why exactly is this?

I was in an interview recently, and I was asked if I knew anybody who worked at the place. I mentioned one person I knew, and about a minute later in the interview the name of another person came my mind. I realised that I didn't really need to mention their name as I was pretty sure I had the job anyway. But I mentioned they're name anyway. I remember later wondering if that person would even have anything good to say about me!

Something similar happened recently when talking to a neighbour. He was just standing there silent, and I felt the need to smoothen the conversation, so I revealed something relatively harmless about my circumstances. I just wanted to have something to say other than a comment on the weather. I later thought to myself how he wouldn't have revealed the same equivalent about himself to me... he'd probably have been completely comfortable with a silence instead.

Fils

A blog would be handy op.

85603

just that awful empty feeling when a conversation is lame.

sorry to use an americanism like 'lame' but its so fitting.

a sht joke and a fake laugh and that horrible we both know this is forced feeling.
and youre thinking can i rescue this, come on give me something to redeem this flaccid mess.

and then you use the only thing you have left in your brain. a hail mary just to stop the pain and cringe. and its usually awful.

dxhound2005

85603 wrote: »

just that awful empty feeling when a conversation is lame.

sorry to use an americanism like 'lame' but its so fitting.

a sht joke and a fake laugh and that horrible we both know this is forced feeling.
and youre thinking can i rescue this, come on give me something to redeem this flaccid mess.

and then you use the only thing you have left in your brain. a hail mary just to stop the pain and cringe. and its usually awful.

If Lame is the best word to use, don't worry about it being a so called Americanism.

Burt Renaults

At Christmas, when Fairytale of New York comes on the radio...

"It was Christmas Eve, babe..."

My brain: don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it...

My mouth: You know she died in a speedboat accident back in December 2000?

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