Showing posts with label Awkward Moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Awkward Moments. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2011

What I Live For...

Awkward TT.TKOI love me some awkward moments. I eat them up. I can deal with my own and even laugh at them. Nothing compares to witnessing a friend that has to deal with an awkward moment. They turn into great stories that I have no problem telling because it didn’t happen to me. I am nice like that. The big ones make great stories but really we need to appreciate the smaller moments.

Back around Halloween I wrote my first bit about awkward moments pointing out the fun of playing a song for a friend. Along the same line is sending the wrong text to someone. We aren’t talking about an accidental “hey” we are talking about the kind of text you don’t want the recipient to see. Maybe you meant to text Corey “that bitch” in reference to what Courtney just said to you. Whoops. Nothing quite matches the moment of pure fear that takes over your body when you realize what you have done. The highlight of the moment is the next text. How do you get out of it!?

Awkward TT.TKOI think we have all experienced the moment where someone at school or work tells a story that you could care less about. The story teller walks out of the room and someone, maybe even you, opens their mouth and says something like “oh my god shut up no one cares” only to realize that they never left. Oh yeah I love it. I eat it up!!! NOM NOM NOM!!! Even better is when the storyteller did leave the room but they were actually closer than anyone thought so no one is quite sure if they heard or not.

Awkward TT.TKOOne of my favorite day-to-day awkward moments is the “you go, no you go, I insist you go” that happens basically anywhere. It happens when two cars get to stop signs at the same time, with people at the grocery store, walking down the hall and going in and out of restaurants. Some people get frustrated with it, others can laugh about it and oddly enough some people are really embarrassed by it.

I really suggest you embrace the humor in everyday awkward moments. Just one request, please don’t be the person who actually says “AWKWARD!” because that makes everyone more uncomfortable.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Awkward Moments: Hey DJ Play That Song!

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Life is full of awkward moments, and over the next couple of who-knows-how-long’s I plan on exploiting those moments for my own personal gain. Maybe, if you’re lucky and I am remotely as entertaining as I think I am, you may get something out of these as well.

PhotobucketYou know what I find incredibly awkward? Other than Matt… YES! The “Oh, you have to hear this song” moment. Doesn’t matter what end of the moment you are on; it is always awkward. Let’s split this up into two players. Player A will be the person introducing the new song/band and player B will be the inductee.

Photobucket Player A, it's your turn. Holy crap! It is a great idea for you to show your new bestest friend in the whole wide world that catchy song you fell in love with way too long ago to really be respectable. Surely this person with whom you have such an intimate connection will completely adore this heavenly music with which you have an almost spiritual relationship. Just hit play and life will be perfect. Wait for it… wait for it… oh shit, this was a bad idea… wait for it…

Photobucket Come on Luigi (player B), step up to the plate. Smile and nod, smile and nod; if you share things in common you will be better friends/lovers/besties! Of course this buddy you share so much in common with will play you a song that you immediately connect with. Uh… I'm sure the intro was just a little off; once the chorus gets here, you are totally going to be into it. Uh… well, just nod your head and smile until the song is over. Uh… this song never ends.

A or B… it is awkward because nine times out of ten, the song just doesn’t connect. Maybe it's because when something gets hyped to another person, it just makes them downgrade it in their minds. That, or you have horrible taste.