In the past few days I’ve experienced a few public situations that may or may not have required intervention, but came off being just very awkward. Now I’m wondering if being courteous in some situations can actually be rude/embarrassing.

Situation #1)

We went bowling for my dad’s birthday at 3pm on a Saturday, therefore we were stuck between two lanes of ‘tweens. The ones we were sharing the lane machine with were not actually that bad, they were just two chubby girls, but the ones behind us were a group of screaming guys and girls who literally would not sit down. They were on tween speed or something, crack hormones, I don’t know, but I don’t remember ever being THAT juiced up. Now, my parents take bowling VERY seriously. They bring their own monogrammed balls, have their own bowling shoes, relics of life before us (yeah, right, like that ever happened). My mom actually curled her hair before this I think just so that it did some Farrah Fawcet bounce when she bowled. They do the ankle twitch and the one leg flying in the air and everything. It was really embarrassing when my sister and I were but horribly self-conscious young’ns. Now it’s terribly entertaining.

Read the rest here:

http://aimlesslastwords.com/2012/01/09/when-is-being-polite-being-rude/

My childhood friend just got engaged. It’s really fucking mindblowing. I’m having a hard time processing, so we’ll just move on.

This morning Starbucks totally forgot my order like they always do, so instead of giving me the Tall I asked for, they gave me a huge-ass Venti. Thanks, Starbucks, but you’re not helping me! I am very caffeine sensitive! Fifteen minutes later and I already had a jig in my step. Twenty minutes later and I planned an Ugly Christmas Sweater Day for my office. An hour later and I’m in a really quiet, serious status meeting with the entire department. So like, fifteen people in NY and another five on the phone in PA. Someone is obnoxiously rustling papers at the PA office right in front of the microphone while this guy in my office is talking. So naturally, being totally jacked the hell up on Starbucks, (mind you every one else’s heads are down focused on THE MASTER OF ALL SPREADSHEETS) I look up and shout “HEY!” at the speaker, like I’d shout “HEY!” at my dogs when they knock over the garbage. Every single person immediately looked up and at me, down the table. THEN in my head I think OH MY GOD DID I REALLY JUST DO THAT.

Cut to nine hours later, riding home in the car, reflecting on that moment, and I’m still embarrassed. 

My sister hearing the story about how she walked in on my dad in the shower and walked out and said she saw three hot dogs. 2 for Alyssa.