I'm a Spammobile
I used to think I was a nice guy.
About once a week I say something hideously insensitive. I’m oblivious to the hurtful nature of the words when they leave my mouth, but I quickly realize that a normal person would construe them as demeaning and cruel. The damage is immediate, and an apology can’t remedy the pain. It haunts me.
Is this a normal part of the human condition, or am I just like an incongruous Spammobile parked in front of Crown Center?
posted by Happy In Bag @ 8:02 AM
5 Comments:
At 6:53 PM,
Xavier Onassis said…
In the cube-farm where I used to work, a co-worker was celebrating her 25th Service Anniversary.
One of my younger peers, sincerely meaning well, informed her "That really IS quite an accomplishment! I was like 2 years old when you started work here!"
You are not alone.
At 7:53 PM,
Mark Kind said…
I was lunching with a former co-worker when a friend asked him what he planned to name his baby. The former co-worker, known for deadpan humor, said, "We're thinking about Maxwell." Bwah hah hah hah hah, I said. The rest of the table looked uncomfortable, and I ate my barbecue as fast as I could.
At 7:58 PM,
Happy In Bag said…
Yeah, guys, that's the kind of thoughtless stuff I do. It's those silences that just devastate me.
At 8:37 AM,
Anonymous said…
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At 1:56 PM,
Anonymous said…
I feel like the world's biggest unremitting bitch at the end of nearly every day. Weekday, that is.
I think they are pumping chemicals into the cube farm air.
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