At least three times this week I have said stupid things. I just go on and on in my stories, and then when I see people’s reactions, I immediately make the connection that I hit a touchy subject. The other day I was talking about how much I love my dad and what we used to do together when I was a kid. Then one of my friends left abruptly, and I realized that I totally hit a bad subject. I was looking at him the entire time, too. He has a pretty bad relationship with his dad. They don’t get along so well. I felt horrible. I think I might have really hurt his feelings. He left the group for a minute.
O my gosh, when I realized how sensitive that topic might be, I felt horrible.
Is that weird?
Another time, I just started talking about one of my friends’ ex-boyfriends and all that he’s been up to recently—mostly with girls. When I realized that she was his ex-girlfriend I immediately felt so bad. I just wasted a good five minutes on offending my friend. I just forgot.
I’m a scatterbrain.
I’m insensitive.
Jerk? I know I’m a jerk. This is truth. Most of the time when I say mean things, I just say it to joke around. Sometimes, though, it’s not so jokingly and it’s sometimes personally offensive.
Some people would do anything to be funny. I don’t want to be one of those people.
