Work event, 1999: I had one glass of wine and was jet lagged and sauntered up to an executive director and called her the wrong name, repeatedly. Hi, Bonnie. I’m Larla from the Larling office. Just wanted to say hello. Yes, Bonnie it is true that our office blah blah blah. Great to talk to you, Bonnie.

Her name was Connie.

Senior year of high school 1990 I was given a Biggest Airhead “award” at an end of year team ceremony and it was absolutely humiliating- everyone laughed! I still have no idea why this category and especially that others got “real” awards like Most Beneficial, Most Helpful, etc. I was a lot of things in high school but not an airhead. I was and still am insulted!

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:That I have colleagues that voted for Trump.
We're teachers. I can barely face them.

IDK, but kinda sounds like both t-rump and your colleagues are still getting free rent in your head.

the exact point of this thread.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Me. My younger, less self-aware self. I said and did dumb things socially and I still thing of random encounters with people and cringe at myself.

I can remember exact stupid things I said in 1992. They only pop into my head after I do something dumb in real-time, as if they’re been patiently waiting to join the chorus.

When I was in my mid-20's I met up with a friend after she'd had a baby and I was shocked at how she looked and must have said out loud at least three times, "You look SO tired!" Whoops.

Hot moms that drive white SUVs

Anonymous wrote:That I have colleagues that voted for Trump.
We're teachers. I can barely face them.

IDK, but kinda sounds like both t-rump and your colleagues are still getting free rent in your head.

Anonymous wrote:Me. My younger, less self-aware self. I said and did dumb things socially and I still thing of random encounters with people and cringe at myself.

I can remember exact stupid things I said in 1992. They only pop into my head after I do something dumb in real-time, as if they’re been patiently waiting to join the chorus.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Why, when there may be a dozen other empty stalls in a bathroom, does someone inevitably go into the one right next to me?

Just recently went into a highway rest stop which had 15 stalls in a row. I was in one that was third from the far end and was the only closed door. Person came in and went right next to me.

Why do people do that????

Not going to lie- I don't even care which stall I use. Why can't someone use the stall next to you? I personally have this dilemma often when there are 3 stalls. Someone will be in the first stall and I don't like using the handicapped stall (toilet is so tall that my feet barely touch the floor!), so I use the middle stall. I had someone confront me about it once. In my opinion you shouldn't be pooping in public anyways. Just pee and get out quickly.

If you're driving all day, or out and about all day and the moment strikes do you want the person to drive home to drop the kids off at the pool? That's not realistic.

Anonymous wrote:Why, when there may be a dozen other empty stalls in a bathroom, does someone inevitably go into the one right next to me?

Just recently went into a highway rest stop which had 15 stalls in a row. I was in one that was third from the far end and was the only closed door. Person came in and went right next to me.

Why do people do that????

Not going to lie- I don't even care which stall I use. Why can't someone use the stall next to you? I personally have this dilemma often when there are 3 stalls. Someone will be in the first stall and I don't like using the handicapped stall (toilet is so tall that my feet barely touch the floor!), so I use the middle stall. I had someone confront me about it once. In my opinion you shouldn't be pooping in public anyways. Just pee and get out quickly.

I got dropped by my entire play group in 2020 because my husband worked outside of the home and wasn't remote. I was remote full time. They said they couldn't take the risk of meeting at playgrounds with us. They checked back a year later and he was still working outside the home and they once again said we couldn't play with them. Still hurts because I enjoyed their friendships so much.

I also had a GD story. My first baby was 6.5lbs. My second baby was 9lbs,10oz. Despite the fact that I passed every test with flying colors and had only gained 25lbs, the doctor who delivered me went on a big rant about my undiagnosed gestational diabetes. I remember sobbing about it in the delivery room. The pediatricians all said my son didn't have the look of a GD baby (swollen or even chubby) and that he was just long and wide. Pretty sure to this day that it was just my husband's genes that were stronger for the 2nd baby.

Why, when there may be a dozen other empty stalls in a bathroom, does someone inevitably go into the one right next to me?

Just recently went into a highway rest stop which had 15 stalls in a row. I was in one that was third from the far end and was the only closed door. Person came in and went right next to me.

Why do people do that????

I hate when cashiers/salespeople try to make me feel good about a purchase I'm ALREADY COMMITTED TO MAKING. I know it's supposed to make people feel good, but it actually irritates the hell out of me and puts me in a bad mood. I don't value someone's opinion unless I know them and think highly of their logic and purchasing decisions.

I get all riled up when people talk about how hard working retail/customer service is. I did it, and found it very easy.

The dumb MAGA memes a couple of FB friends/relatives post. I'm always tempted to respond but always stop myself with "Arguing with idiots on the Internet is not a productive use of my time." i still spend way too much time thinking about it after seeing it.

Anonymous wrote:Me. My younger, less self-aware self. I said and did dumb things socially and I still thing of random encounters with people and cringe at myself.

Hell I'm 54 and still cringe at the dumb stuff I occasionally say in social situations.

Me. My younger, less self-aware self. I said and did dumb things socially and I still thing of random encounters with people and cringe at myself.