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Friday, June 18, 2010

stupid moles

Do you ever say something kind of stupid or rude, and then make a giant deal of it by trying to either cover it up or undo it? I think my communication consists almost entirely of this sort of thing.

Which is why while we were eating birthday cake at the zoo yesterday, I commented that trifle is better than cake. In between bites of the cake, mind you, directed at a group of people including the person who had made the cake (it was delicious). As soon as I said it I realized how rude it sounded and felt terrible. And then I went on to gush and fawn over the cake far more than I probably should have, just because I wanted to make sure she didn't think I didn't like her cake. And it called even more attention to the fact that I had just slighted her. And today I started composing a letter of apology, because I just have to keep worrying and worrying that bone. I haven't sent it, because I'm still trying to strike the proper balance between apologetic and breezy (it totally negates the breezy!), and I think I probably shouldn't send something at all. Because I'll just keep making it bigger. I wasn't wishing it was trifle, the cake really was good--really good--and I like cake, and trifle is kind of a headache in some ways, so it's not like cake is inferior or anything, and I'm doing it again!

Is this a mountain or a molehill? Because that's a discernment quality I was born without. What do you do when you accidentally say something rude? Or does this not happen to other people?

3 comments:

Miss Anna B said...

call her. short and sweet. then let it go. chalk it up to one of those stories that will be amusing someday :)

Sarah said...

Oh man! I wrote a big ol' comment and just as I was nearing the final sentence, The Baby hit the power button! Sheesh.

Here's what I pretty much said: First, I'm laughing my brains out about this post, to the point that my five year-old keeps asking, "Mom! What's so funny?!"

Second, you are definitely making a Mt. Everest-sized mountain out of something much less than a molehill...more like a wee tinsy pebble.

I clearly remember this moment yesterday for two reasons. I thought, "Ha! That's totally the kind of thing I would say while eating someone's cake...and then feel awkward about how to recover...even though they probably didn't care at all." And then I thought, "Also? I really like trifle."

So there you have it. On the "I'm Offended Scale," I am at an absolute ZERO. And not even the "I'm trying not to be offended, even though my feelings are really hurt, but I don't want to make a scene" kind of zero, but a real, honest, "wow, I hadn't even thought about it since it happened" kind of zero.

Thanks for coming yesterday. We had a blast. And I'm glad you liked the cake. Truly. :)

Layne said...

I'm glad you're not upset with me and my cloddish mouth.

I'm just getting ready to be one of those old ladies who shouts during a wedding ceremony, "IT'S A PITY HER MOTHER COULDN'T BE HERE," when the stepmother is sitting a few people away.