Sometimes I Say Dumb Things
Sometimes I say dumb things; and I hate it when I do that.
I usually just try to play those moments off, but it still bothers me long after others have hopefully forgotten about them. The sad thing is that a majority of the dumb things I say are just a jumble of words that did not make it through the “idiot filter” in my brain.
I consider myself to be a fairly intelligent guy; but then again I am sure most people consider themselves to be intelligent. Why is it that our brain, our knowledge and our intelligence fail us in those moments when we are in the presence of peers or people whose opinions we value? I hate looking like an idiot or a moron, and I also hate coming off as an inconsiderate jerk.
I still have not forgiven myself for laughing once during the Special Olympics.
I didn’t mean to do it; there was just something in that moment that my sick sense of humor found funny. I actually lost sleep over it.
There was also an incident recently where I interrupted a conversation that my wife and her brother were having about a person with speech problems. At that moment I chose to make a comment about how funny I thought it would be to try listening to a person who has a speech impediment and a stutter. I know that a stutter is a speech impediment; I also know that it is not funny to laugh at another person’s disability.
There has been more than one occasion in my life when I have laughed at something that was thoughtless or inconsiderate. I almost always regret it when I find something twisted to be humorous.
A couple of months ago I was driving down the street on my way to work and I noticed a FedEx delivery person walking away from a house. Just before they made it to their delivery truck, they tripped and fell face first. What did I do in that moment? I started laughing so hard that I almost ran a stop sign.
Don’t worry; I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure the person who fell was okay. This was just another one of those moments when I chose to do something dumb. I know, or at least I hope, that I am not the only person who suffers from this affliction. Surely other people say dumb things when they intend to say something completely different.
I would also like to believe that I am not the only person who has a questionable sense of humor.
Who knows, maybe one day there will be a name for this illness that I suffer from. When that diagnosis is made, I am sure Pfizer will offer an expensive drug to help with symptoms. Granted there might be harmful side effects from their medication, such as diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of the brain.
I once told someone I had self-diagnosed Tourette’s Syndrome. Then, I said, “bitch slut whore,” to prove it. Seconds later, the person told me he had Tourette’s Syndrome. That’s when I found out his throaty frog noises were not because of bad allergies.
Unfortunately we all have that problem, its just that the good people recognize what they did and beat themselves up badly for it. I would love to have that pill that stops me from doing it in the first place. You’re okay, bestandworstofokc, you have a conscious, there are a lot of people out there that don’t. Take care.
What’s a conscious? I’m not familiar.
With you, sometimes, I just shake my head. I think its there somewhere.
So someone thinks I am a good person?
Tydance will you call my mom and tell her she was wrong?
Okay, but she probably knows you’re good for something, but what, is the question?
I’m sorry I said that, my conscious kicked in….
Does anyone know what the construction in front of the Wal-Mart at 21st and Yale is going to be?
That’s your comment? Really? You completely missed Victor’s point. I’m just messing with you. I was wondering the same thing myself. I hope it’s not a Dollar General or Family Dollar. That’s a sign the neighborhood has gone down. I’ll try to find out and send you email.
Well, sometimes I say dumb things. D’oh.
Just found out that it’s going to be a Panda Express.
Someone once asked me what was better than winning a medal at the special olympics. I said I didn’t know. They answered, “Not Qualifying”. I felt bad for laughing. But then again, I bet someone in the Special Olympics actually might agree with that answer. I don’t think most of them WANT to have a disability.
I also think that if you can’t laugh at your own misgivings then there is something wrong with you. In grade school I once got my finger stuck in the hole on a clipboard. They had to cut it off me at the hospital. I could have lost the tip of my finger since it was cutting off circulation. I’ve still never lived that down.
Glad to know I am not the jerk I thought I was for laughing inappropriately.
And trust me, I laugh at my self on a regular basis.
I take it as a point of pride to have a bawdy sense of humor. Sometimes society requires it. It’s like asking the guy in the office wearing the Ben Rothlisberger jersey if he and Ben are dating. Back in my day, the day of the big game, that’s what the cheerleaders used to do.
Also Hornblower used to laugh at the really stressful parts of his life. Having the French navy shooting at you, even if it is from the Walmart parking lot would have that effect.
I forgot about those days back in highschool when my girlfriend would wear my jersey.
We all say things we regret.
As a mom to a child with autism (and a Special Olympian), people say horrible things to me or in front of me quite often. Some are just oblivious to their offense while others backtrack and apologize.
Most of the time, it’s a reasonable mistake. You can really see where someone’s heart is by the way they comment or react. There are very few who I hold it against because most of the time there is not malice.
Something to live by — even if the joke is funny, if it is inappropriate it is important not to retell it.
Just my 2 cents.