Me talking about something and then suddenly...The lexicon of words that exists in my brain vanishes. I pause and use sounds that are like words (said differently different) to get my neurons back on track. Also, I can have a passion for a movie, anime, or book but barely remember anything about it aside from how it made me feel. I might remember some character names or events that happened which were strange or cool AF. ROFL
@WanderingPoltergeist@RickiTarr I hate when this happens, and it happens more often as I get older & I have more data in my brain to sort through to find the name of that character from my favorite book in high school!
@superflippy Yeah, I feel the fog and trouble recall only growing as I age! I'll be 41 next month, having a strong feeling that it will take half a day soon to remember something from middle school. The sad thing is that every single dream I've ever had is a clear memory. I have a dream that I can recall from being 3 years old! It's wild that this dream is still a part of my conscious memory.
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(Maybe not so much the most embarrassing, and it happened when I was younger.) When I was younger I was unaware I was dyslexic because no one knew what it was back then.
So when I was learning to read like everyone else, I saw words much differently. The most embarrassing of these was the word vinegar. To everyone else it was as you'd read it. But for me, in my mind, the word broke up as 'vine-gar' ... so I pronounced it that way in the sentence I was reading aloud in class. The looks I got from those around me was utter disbelief. Then someone laughed, and then they all laughed. Being use to being ridiculed at home, I just laughed along and made a joke of it all using a gruff Viking voice. But to this day, it still reads as Vine-gar in my head. BTW with my type of dyslexia, I have anywhere from 2 to 6 versions of the same word in my mind that I have to shuffle through to find the correct spelling and pronunciation.
I'm dyslexic .. and a writer. There's a good joke in there somewhere. LOL
@unclepj@RickiTarr A friend of mine can’t watch early Sasha Baron Cohen for that reason. Too embarrassed for the people he made fools of. A different kind of reality TV.
@waiting@RickiTarr Yeah, it’s like I can feel their embarrassment. I can hardly watch DJT, not just because he’s a d*ck, but because he is so embarrassing. Not just him but the whole country. I don’t have much trouble watching people embarrass others if they’re not on the show. Maybe it’s confrontation as well… arguing, I can do without that also.
@RickiTarr When I fail to act and end up feeling like a gigantic arsehole. Ex.: Sitting in a cafe near the door having tea. A fellow in his 60s came up with his elderly mum in a wheelchair. He struggled around trying to get the door open and... I just sat there watching. Why? I have absolutely no idea. To be fair, no one else helped either. Once he got the door open my delayed reaction kicked in and I held the door for him. But jeez, why didn't I help when I first noticed he was struggling?
@RickiTarr That time thirty-five years ago when I, a teen traveling from the US to the UK for the first time, confidently said something minor to my brother about British culture that was definitely incorrect, and a British man sitting nearby waiting for the same plane laughed quietly to himself.
I have done many things since that are objectively much more embarrassing, but this one thing still randomly stops me in my tracks now and then, leaving me weak with humiliation.
@RickiTarr Managers that tell me to add a specific sentence to a report they're reviewing, when that self same sentence is in the very first motherfucking paragraph.
@RickiTarr LOONEY TUNES THEMED DECORATIONS ON LEATHER JACKETS IS THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
BUT I'M MOST EMBARRASSED ABOUT MY OWN ACTIONS WHEN I LOUDLY INTERJECT "HOW ___________ WAS IT?" INTO A CONVERSATION AND NOBODY RESPONDS ACCORDING TO IMPROV RULES. I FEEL LIKE SUCH A FOOL WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
I can’t help my history. I can’t help that I was abused. I can’t help that I was taught, with cruel words and crueler fists, that I am Wrong, that I am unworthy, that I don’t deserve affection or nice things.
I struggle daily with self sabotage. I dissociate and freeze when I’m challenged.
@RickiTarr How many years were wasted and how many opportunities were lost for my religion which I finally abandoned years after I should have known better. My one consolation is I didn’t pass the devastation on to my daughter.
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