I can’t believe I said that…


Have you ever been really bothered by something that you know you can’t tell anyone because you know exactly what their reaction would be? For instance, you said something idiotic to someone. It was soooo ridiculously stupid that it bothers you every time you think about it and, of course, the only way to relieve yourself of this torture is to admit your stupidity to someone else. But why would you do that? As soon as you tell that extra person what you said they’ll stare at you funny, laugh, and say, “You said that? How ridiculously stupid!” You already know it’s ridiculously stupid. Why would you want someone to confirm that? So if you’re like me you try to put it in the back of your mind. It works for a while, but when you think of something related to that person who you told that stupid thing to, it all rushes back and you’re embarrassed all over again. Why do silly memories have to provoke so much feeling? Why can’t unwanted memories just stay in the back of your mind where you put them? And why are you the only one who ever seems to remember and be bothered by them? They remember and they laugh. You remember and you want to jump in a hole, but you’d have to go dig one and, honestly, that would take too long and getting out seems like a hassle.

So what exactly would be the solution to this reoccurring issue?

I figure we just have to live with this feeling, acknowledging it as a part of life, accepting our flaws as merely a humanlike quality… but I’m also open to brain surgery, fantastic forgetting machines, magic memory erasers, and time machines so I can go slap myself before I say/do something stupid <— Most Practical.

Well, if you ever find a good one let me know, yeah? 😉


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