picture: courtesy of: phantasmaphile.com
Sometimes I really wonder if there is something wrong with me? I mean, I am not daft, I have a degree, a responsible job and still…..
…. if there is a trap to fall into… I find it. I always manage to say the wrong thing, to make a fool of myself.
Not that it bothers me, not really, because I know what I am like and I have accepted it but still. For instance:
picture me at my first Turkish lesson.
Teacher: let´s everyone introduce ourselves and state why you would like to learn Turkish.
Me: I would like to learn Turkish because I´ve never been to ITALY – dooooooh, yes, I really did say that 😦
Cards with my pal and friends:
Pal: CB we are now getting to the phase where you are required to collect a quintuplet and triplet. You know, the one you got wrong last time where you collected a five in a row instead. You do know what a quintuplet and triplet is?
Me: Of course: 1,2,3,4,5,6,6,6 – they thought I was taken the mickey.
I lost that round, being really miffed because all I needed was another 4 to complete my 3,4,5,6,7 and two 9s- aaaargh why can´t I get it into my head???
At a recent party, the guest of honor was given a pineapple as part of a game.
Me: I love coconuts, I was sent one via post once.
My son: but you do realize that this is a pineapple, don´t you – of course – aaaargh – what´s wrong with me???
I got my high heel stuck in the mesh in front of the sergeants mess once – how embarrassing is that?
I mean, I am NOT stupid, just daft, my brain is constantly talking, just not forming the words right. All day long, I am publishing stuff here, writing long posts – in my mind, I just seem to miss what´s really going on in the process.
The list is endless, you name it, I´ve done it, I always tripp, stumble, fall, preferably in full public view.
When I sold my car, they dropped off the money while I was still at work (didn´t like that, I might add). It took me 15 min to find the contract I´d previously printed and another 20 min of near hysterical search to find the vehicle documents, all put aside two days previously at a place where I thought I was sure to find it straight away.
I have been know to find my newly bought and lost one-way razors in the fridge – I mean come on, the resemblance to fruit and veg is canning, isn´t it?
Still, there is something loveable about misfits like me, right?