Comments | lunatickle: the not-a-baby bump, a confession

lunatickle

the not-a-baby bump, a confession

Aug 06, 2007 09:30

I am wearing my thrift store brand new top today. Thanks to my learnings through the T. M. Build-A-Femme program, of which I am an avid student, it's washable, not faded nor pilled (still had tags, even), in style in the last two years, and does not need ironing. It also has a v-neck and a band of fabric under my boobs, creating a modified empire ( Read more... )

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moominmuppet August 6 2007, 15:43:10 UTC

I dearly wish my brain could let go of my embarrassing screw-ups as easily as everyone else's brain seems to be able to let go of my embarrassing screw-ups. I still end up blushing about the time I accidentally ended up yelling an obscenity into a suddenly and inopportunely quiet quaint Vermont diner full of Sunday diners. This was 15 years ago. *sigh*

You're totally right that you can't unring the bell. And odds are it's out of her head now anyway. Wish I had good suggestions for what to do to drive it out of yours.

lunatickle August 7 2007, 14:58:08 UTC

oh, I've got a whole passle of em. Years and years ago, years and years. the worst are like this, where I probably hurt someone's feelings or upset a friend needlessly. but then there's the whole realm of bonehead fuckups where I just looked like a dork who wet my pants. excruciating!

cupcakecomplex August 6 2007, 16:27:50 UTC

yeah, bringing it up again would be crappy. maybe you could just send her an anonymous "feel good" gift. Like a letter telling her how beautiful she is anonymously. I know I'd like to get one of those, and I look pretty pregnant.

lunatickle August 7 2007, 15:00:31 UTC

You know, I'd like to get that too, so much, and think it was magical. But my sister and her friends are more Normies, I think she might get scared she was being stalked. I could figure it out, though, I'm nice.

I also forgot to send you my address, how silly of me. coming in an email, then.

Endless Mortification ankhorite August 6 2007, 20:55:51 UTC

Oh, I feel for you on this one. Ten, twelve years after a wedding, I'm still upset about something I am not even sure I actually said. A friend converted from Religion X to Religion So-Not-X. Did I, or didn't I, ask her if it was "just for the wedding" ? Did I spend so much time thinking about not saying it that it wore a groove in my brain and I just think I said it, or did I actually say it? Is the look on her face that I "remember" a real memory, or a confabulation? And no, I wasn't drinking at the time ( ... )

Re: Endless Mortification lunatickle August 7 2007, 15:13:41 UTC

I have those! Memories-not-memories -- sometimes I want the facts to be different so much that I revise them, and tell myself long enough that that's how it went that I don't remember the truth anymore. Or like this, where the situation was so uncomfortable that I remember something worse actually occurring, when the badness was, in truth, internal. My feelings ruined the day for me, but in a way that was probably invisible to everyone else, though I felt transparent. Later on, years later, I've remarked how awful a moment was, and the other person involved has said "Really? I don't remember that at all!" And, of course, it's not like you'd want to ask your friend "hey, did I say that horrible thing to you or not ( ... )